Posted in Mindflares

Most often not

When the wind blows

Takes with it the glow

Because you know people living up

To their aspirations is a true story.

Most often not.

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Posted in Randone

The world is an oyster

Or so we believe.

We want to throw in sand grains of irrelevance and expect fabulous, mind blowing rewards in return.

Can’t be entirely sure if this what it feels to be human. Expect, expect and then expect a lot more.

Expectations begin right from the moment you’re born.

You expect to be pampered

You expect to be cared for

You expect good grades (by doing nothing about it)

You expect to live up to expectations that are expected of you

You get out of school, you expect a good college with good friends and location and a good job in the near future.

Trouble is, we ride on these ‘expects’ so much that even if one falters, everything comes tumbling down. And then flow the rivers of sob stories. Did I mention sob stories are not just restricted to women.

I fucken don’t get people most times, I guess they say the same thing to each other. Scheming little critters with no respect, not true respect anyway.

So yeah, you think you’re owed? Guess what. There’s news for you. SHUT IT!

Posted in Randone

The world is an oyster

Or so we believe.

We want to throw in sand grains of irrelevance and expect fabulous, mind blowing rewards in return.

Can’t be entirely sure if this what it feels to be human. Expect, expect and then expect a lot more.

Expectations begin right from the moment you’re born.

You expect to be pampered

You expect to be cared for

You expect good grades (by doing nothing about it)

You expect to live up to expectations that are expected of you

You get out of school, you expect a good college with good friends and location and a good job in the near future.

Trouble is, we ride on these ‘expects’ so much that even if one falters, everything comes tumbling down. And then flow the rivers of sob stories. Did I mention sob stories are not just restricted to women.

I fucken don’t get people most times, I guess they say the same thing to each other. Scheming little critters with no respect, not true respect anyway.

So yeah, you think you’re owed? Guess what. There’s news for you. SHUT IT!

Posted in Mindflares, Sights & Sounds

Serendipity

Today is a wonderful day. It’s one of those days where you look back and realise serendipity is an awfully great phenomenon.

Who would’ve guessed two extremely opposite friends would bring me down to the same place at the same time. For different reasons. One to keep his friendship and the other to remind me to keep mine.

This trip has been eventful for a denier like me. Celebrating a Budd who’s settling in life and celebrating another who’s liberating his life.

And in between lies me, sandwiched perfectly. Giving out my wise cracks and smart-aleck advice​ to the world.

We all seek something. And  I guess I’m coming to terms with what I seek. Well getting closer to it is more like it.

I commit suicide in different ways. So much so that I’m enamoured by what enigma I’m portrayed as to the world outside.

Welcome to my mind, once again.

It’s a kaleidoscope of horrors. A rollercoaster of emotions. A deep dark well kept secret. A well of chaos in chains. A raging bull racing on a nitro boost of charged sentiments.

As I sip on a cappuccino to slow down and not tempt the beast within. It roars and rumbles even so.

Letting​ it erupt is not an option.

Posted in Mindflares

Too much, too soon. Or just a little too late.

Can I just not worry, like the golden years
in the past. Before engines roared,
and steel birds soared.

When the biggest concern was the gathering
around a dinner table. With the right style
of tea and company.

Where the future seemed elusive and promising
and not full of disdain. A time when we knew
how to be grounded, right beside the soil
that fed us.

When music was soothing, impressive
and rewarding to the listener and player alike.
What is vintage today, has been great
across a hundred or more years.

The harmonious jazz trio. The singing
belles with their acapella. Peace
personified.

To a time when celebrations came from the heart.
When social media was actually a face-to-face conversation.

Over tea. Over dinner. Over a visit to the park.

It feels like in this age of speed and neeed,
something has been lost. Something significant.
Something real.

Everything is virutally there. And I’m not.

Posted in Mindflares

Living on the edge

Reckless. Restless. Sleepless. Driven. 

Take that smile, crumble it.

Try again, not good enough.

Crumple it. Throw it out the window 

There’s no room for it here

Now think loudly

Focus sincerity honesty dedication

Ingrain it. Swear by it.

Swear at it, under your rotten breath.

But never to the face.

Go to bed uneasy

Unaccomplished.

Beleaguered.

Belittled.

And tomorrow morning

Wash your face.

Brush your teeth.

Rinse. Repeat 

Take it from the top, Mac!