Man or Machine

Limits.
Rules.
Boundaries.
Mankind needs some sort of order
A guide to direct their caravan
Emotions they feel , all a bandwagon
Call it whatever you want
Religion.
Nationalism.
Law.
Or for those like me , plain simple logic
We're all driven
Wanna-be Nostradames
All the doomsday theories
World taken over by machines
Add to that the bucket load of science fiction
I would like to put my own theory out
What these theories really mean to say is
That , We , The humans , sentient species of Planet Earth
The ones leading it toward destruction
Ignoring every other living being
The most violent of all animals
We are the world's doom
Its bane
We are the "machines" that will take over the world
Machines is what we are now, and what we will eventually turn into
Doomsday isn't a day.
Its what we are living.

A Poem

Why do we write?

What drives one to pour it all out?

Gallons and gallons of thoughts

Showering down from the tip of the pen

The mightiest of all weapons

A simple thought makes a huge difference

Is that why we write?

To make a difference?

To bring change?

To save the world?

No , i don't suppose we start out that way

Some do end up saving the world though

But these are just thoughts

Well , Published thoughts if you may

So what actually saves people

Saves the world

Is what people infer themselves

And what we see in other things

Is what we are ourselves

So everyone is a hero of their own

A Saviour

Poets

They take something from their lives

Beat it into different shapes

Bend into amazing , simple , grand and sometimes cliched metaphors

And there it is , a poem

But why publish it?

Do they seek affirmation? Approval ?

Or recognition as the next great Socrates ?

No one can answer that answer honestly

Because no one knows

I certainly cannot answer that question 

When i say we

I included myself in the "select" group of writers and poets

But what makes us that?

What qualifies our lines as poems?

Honestly , it is just a simple term

Life is the greatest of all poems 

Having all emotions 

All the beautiful little metaphors one can imagine

So , Aren't we all poets?

A Planet Named Misery

Welcome to my hole in the ground
My little piece of heaven
My own prison
Where i lay like a lifeless lump
Stifling my thoughts with the lies i have been fed
Choking on the rotten words blurted out
Hoping , every moment
To somehow end all of this
Been on the edge
Wondering constantly
Is it time?
Is it now?
Is this when it finally falls apart?
When i finally lose my patience , my faith
And just finish it off?
Can't tell how long this will last
No end to this test
My will has been broken , bashed and shattered
Its been lost for some time
Lost on this island of misery
All the mistakes i have made
Punishing myself
If one can't forget themselves
Cant they atone their true salvation?
Can they achieve what they were meant to?
Can one realize their dreams hating everything?
That is why i dug up this hole
Buried myself in this darkness

Annoying words : Fate

How do I know if I'm right?
How does anyone know?
Isn't everything a gamble
Well , Thats one perspective
Seems like all we do is take chances
Everyday
Then how do decisions really affect anything?
How does anything matter?
People who believe in Destiny may be true after all
And maybe every decision we make
Every step of the day
Every choice
Has a result fixed by our fate
Fate has an ominous sound to it
Making us feel hopeless since everything lies in the hands of fate
What is the point of choices then?
Are we making choices just for the sake of choosing?
Showing ourselves that we are in control of our lives?
Is it right?
Resting your life in the lap of Fate?
If it is such
Then what of the less fortunate in the world run by fate
The unlucky ones
'cause some are just a little unlucky
What of them?
Men of logic
Believers of the law of averages
Forget that sometimes life isn't that long for luck to turn in their favor
Fate
Thats what the word can do
Turn the greatest of optimists
And then you ask how can a word be annoying

Inspiration

One shall not search for it
No need to look for it
Strive for it
Inspiration is found on its own
Of its own accord
Inspiration
Or the lack of it
Can make or break lives
The more you fight for it
Search for it
The harder it becomes to find
Where do i get my inspiration
Life
Ordinary , uneventful , boring
However uninteresting it might seem
It fills in your vial of inspiration gradually
Day by day
So sit back and think once as the sun sets down
What inspired you today?

Cornered

Pushed to the edge
My life
Threatens to expose my fears
Putting my insides out on exhibition
Inviting everyone inside my mind
Leaving me open to attack
No protection , no immunity
But my response is
Why do you forget?
Why do you even imagine you can win?
I have the strength to break these walls
The skill to dodge all your blows
Instincts of a fighter
'cause i'm a warrior of truth
And the candor of my soul
Shall protect me from my fears trapping me

What if

What do your eyes say?
Is that a clear picture you see?
Are you sure you aren't blind?
That you aren't imagining things?
Is what you see , true?
Is any of this real?
What if all of this is a dream?
What if all of this some stupid mind trick?
What if you're not even real yourself?
How can we know?
How can we ever know the truth?
How can we ever answer these questions??
Is there an end to such thoughts..
These Random Thoughts....

another day..

another day
same old room
same old bed
same old fan over my head

rusted strings
tired hands
tired mind
eyes all red

a new day
a new song
all these roads
been already tread

lonesome heart
flood of thought
no sleep , no reprieve
for this waking dead

4.....

Questions
answers
a string of tests
millions of Questions asked
answer em right
answer em wrong
consequences
more Questions raised
thoughts
ideas
dilemmas
answers needed
more Questions 
misunderstandings
annoyed 
irritated
solutions are sought
reasons are looked for
searching
confounded and confused
investigate 
introspect
worry
distraught
frustrated
ask the big Question
is there an answer
to any Question we have?
or are there only arguments?
objectionable reasons?
is this worth it?
all these Questions?
no avail
no result
no answers
just more Questions
everyday
more Random Thoughts

Wonder.....

Sometimes I wonder,
I wonder; why i wonder and i wander
Into my dreams
Into my world
My own world
Far away from this one
Where nothing exists except me
And i lay myself down
and i wonder...
I wonder why i like to wonder and wonder and wander away
Away to some place
Away from this body
Away from this soul
Away, far away, away from anyone
and just wonder
like no one else does, can do or wants to
Coz no one likes to wonder and wander the way i do
And no one can understand why i wonder

I'm wondering whether I can understand
And i'm wandering all around
Trying to find someone who can wonder along with me..........

...

Lying down on the ground
On the cool grass of a midsummer morning
I am thinking; thinking why do we have to think so much?
Why do we have to ask so many questions?
Why do we have to worry about every-darn-thing in this whole world?
Why do we always end up thinking and believing that we are the centre of this universe
Putting our own self before anyone else
Think only about ourselves
Then what's the point of even thinking
what's the use of that scrambled mess in our heads
when all we do is think about ourselves
And what good are we doing to ourselves
Or let put this differently
Are we doing any good to ourselves?
Are we doing any good with our lives?
Are we of any use?
Are we even alive?
Are we? ?
I'm not gonna answer that
I'm not gonna waste my time
It just doesn't bother me
Coz i'm just like you
Lazy....
Sitting on his butt
with a pen in his hand
writing this......whatever this is

I thought all of this in the morning
and now i'm blurting it all out
and when you'll read it
You'll say ' What the....! ! ! ,
what does this dumass of a poet wanna say? '
And i'd say ' This is just the way we are
Crappy;
Boring;
Useless;
Selfish and Indifferent;
'Selfish', you ask, 'wait, a poem - selfish? '

I say, 'Its selfish because it doesnt care about the reader.
It is incredibly meaningless but it still goes on
without caring for the fact that the person reading;
he is crying out for help,
praying that this poem would end
if you dare call it a poem, that is,
This is how ridiculous we are.....
This is how pathetic we are.......
This is us........................

Part 3

Why is it that I have so many questions....
why this restless soul...
all these questions....drive me crazy
so many of em
I ask myself
And never have an answer

I'm not an idiot
I'm not a fool
But I'm just plain confused
Coz I don't know what I want
Don't know what to do
Everything seems interesting
So boring
Yet i try
Try to find my a place
Amongst the others
Try to fit in
join the rat race
the race to nowhere
The race to an uneventful death

Death, I call it
not life
'Cause it is not life
Unless it has a meaning
and until one dies
one is worthless
Only if one can know his own worth
Only if one can understand himself
can one lead a Life

Maybe that is the answer that I want
maybe that is what I have been waiting for
looking for
searching for

A pool of life
to fill this empty conscience
the wind of change, of peace
to calm this angry soul
Calm this random soul
this random mind.....

Part 2

Well Here i am
All alone in a crowd of hypocrites
Lost in the mist of 'Mankind'
In the generalisations of society
caught in the current of lies
Here i am

Like a stone
rolling along
on its own
Bouncing off the rocks
falling off the cliff
into the chasm of broken promises

But this is the only way
the way to the sea
where i want to be
The Hidden sea of love
Forbidden to those who despise freedom
- the freedom of thought-
those who are confined to their own little boxes
with their cliched 'principles' packing them tight
and it is so right
that it is forbidden
and hidden
for only those who dare to be free
like a stone.....a little stone
Can see this beautiful sea
Wet their lips with its water
Float in its abyss
Till they fall asleep

Now as the stone falls
other rocks pass by
Some wish to join it
some don't
Some wish to stop it
But they won't
Some try to break it
As if they could
Some stare at it with disgust
And it knew they would

As it falls, falls and falls
along the waterfalls
and it follows the flow
deep into the abyss
and falls inside its own thoughts
These crazy thoughts....
These random thoughts.....

Random Thoughts............

Wait for the sun to rise
watch the death toll rise
Gaze at the sky
and wait for the moment to come by

So as he gazes at the sky
Closes his eyes
Prays to his god
'Do not let them die
 Let my brothers survive
 coz if they should die
 i wouldn't even cry
 i'd just wonder about
 why i am alive.......

Black Heart

Terror seized my heart when I looked at the Sun
And I hid from it
Terror seized my heart when I looked at the Moon
And I hid from it
Terror seized my heart when I looked at her face
And I could not hide
The terror that I had used against all others
Had turned against its master
The darkness that I had used to cloak myself
Had forbidden me
I was engulfed by her light
Years and years of exile had made me an animal
Ragged, dirty, maniacal, monstrous
A beast
of fear
who fed on fear
of no use to mankind
So all my thoughts were bent on destroying it
And in doing so destroy myself
But that made the monster even bigger
stronger, gave it power
so strong, that I fought back the flame
that I fought back the wind
but I could not fight back love
I couldn't stand up against that face
it had a strange power
too strong for me
its beauty knocked me over
literally
and I'm still bruised

I'm still unconscious
my mind and body have drifted apart
but both are searching for the light
that face in the dark
who was she? ?
even in my unconcious state
all my thoughts are bent on finding her
who was that angel,
who shook that cloak away
showing me the real world
the beautiful world
a world meant to be treasured
not destroyed
they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I truly understand it now
she has certainly lit up my eyes

I like this light
I can now see the beauty of life
she might have been a dream
but even dreams have power
even dreams can the way
the right way? ?
maybe! !
for me, it did
i would just say follow the light
follow your heart
wherever it takes you

I still fear the power of that light
for I'm not strong enough for such beauty
my eyes are weak
my heart is weak
and yes
even evil has heart
maybe black in colour
but in bright light
even black shines......

The Journal...

The pages ruffled
As the winds blow ; through the open door
The candle's blown out
I dont mind the dark

A coyote howls at the moon
The moon light doesnt flinch
Shines through the howl
Tears apart the mask of lies
Revealing , what has been afoul

A mass of flesh
skin and bones , all of it
a face turned pale .....the moonlight seems darker than it...
a ghost of a person lies on the surface 
of the seemingly endless pool of water

and the coyote howls...

the moon , the coyote , the lake
witness to a crime
they weep 
for they cannot tell
they have been cursed with silence
the burden of knowledge eating away at em

the coyote howled....

and a weeping siren ....
out of the night 
came ringing through..
a person had walked by
coincidentally 
or not
the face had spoken out to him
and he obligd

a murder they watched
a murder it was ..
and as it was 
a dear soul had departed

dear to someone other than me
or i wudnt be watching intently
as that mass of flesh 
was taken out ....
wet and dripping ..... water and wine
i wudnt be holding that neck hard
and waiting for the clicking sound
and writing to u this letter ...with all disregard
to the fact that i may be found

i dont care if i am caught
my will is done
my vengeance .... attained
now i wait for the sun...

the sun will rise .... will dawn a new day
but not for her..... coz i took it away......

The Thoughts Of A Sleepy Mind In The Most Boring Classroom One Has Ever Suffered or Will

the heads bobbing up and down
the monotone beats on
eyelids grow heavy 
as every second passes

when u are in dire need of sleep
nothing goes in or out of ur head
it goes numb
and the worst thing is when u cant sleep 

In ur head the voices sing
the sweetest lullaby
the clanking heels of the monotonic voice
brings u back to reality

At this point of time
Life seems so unfair
U try real hard
to take all u can bear

you're doused in your dreams
all this while wondering why
the clock hand moves so slow
has someone slowed down time?

In this one hour class
you felt like you might die
but the end also reminds you
there is another hour to survive