Language was invented with the sole purpose of explaining one’s position. Head of the herd could communicate well, hunt well, was sought after by the women. Natural instincts of women could not be suppressed anymore, they said what they felt and did what they thought was right. Civilization was born.
From Neanderthals to the later stages, Man had someone he could look up to, an ideal idol. Gods were born, Kings were sought, Queens pampered, and the pattern of popularity started varying; now there were multiple podiums with numerous popularity-seeking individual identities.
Conquests and centuries later, when unity amongst one species was completely destroyed, and the world was defined as a map, countries distinguished, superpowers established, Project: Third World; a success.
Popularity still seems to be part of one pattern, Television, Movies, Glamour, Fashion, Pretty faces, handsome faces, and sports.
One may poise the question of how this pattern never seems to change, and take a new turn. I have that same question, is it the hypocrisy of the world population, to establish an identity which would in one way solve all their problems, for they would be popular. People would talk, they always do.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
The balcony.
The balcony, yes. That's all i needed, the last weekend was all about that corner of the balcony, the corner with portals, the corner with clarity, the corner with the ultimate visual bliss.
Change was supposedly my hidden curiosity towards experiencing unexplored happiness, every moment if savoured with a taste for perfection in Nature's unfolding imperfect ways, one realises most changes with the sense of peace whilst acquiring vast amounts of knowledge together.
Engulfed by the wave, and still standing tall. The salt from the water stays on a little longer as if to carry the message of the abyss, the vastness, stating its respect for them still standing tall. They live on, in tandom for millions of years, respecting the presence and stature of eachother.
Brilliance, Nature. A fighter by 'nature'. A soldier of the army of the power, the divine supreme.
The ships sailing towards the harbor were since childhood, my secret valued possesions. The reason i loved sitting out at the bay for hours and hours as a child, viewing the lights from the vessels. Huge and powerful, moving slowly towards a certain destination, as a defined livelihood. They never realised the inspiration they provided to me, they were my jewels. People would go to savour the saline air, i would go to witness power vessels on their journey gently gliding over the part of the world, where they flew in their own space.
Sunrise, The hill shaped as a dolphin hides some of the burning king, the existence we are thankful for, we are.
Change was supposedly my hidden curiosity towards experiencing unexplored happiness, every moment if savoured with a taste for perfection in Nature's unfolding imperfect ways, one realises most changes with the sense of peace whilst acquiring vast amounts of knowledge together.
Engulfed by the wave, and still standing tall. The salt from the water stays on a little longer as if to carry the message of the abyss, the vastness, stating its respect for them still standing tall. They live on, in tandom for millions of years, respecting the presence and stature of eachother.
Brilliance, Nature. A fighter by 'nature'. A soldier of the army of the power, the divine supreme.
The ships sailing towards the harbor were since childhood, my secret valued possesions. The reason i loved sitting out at the bay for hours and hours as a child, viewing the lights from the vessels. Huge and powerful, moving slowly towards a certain destination, as a defined livelihood. They never realised the inspiration they provided to me, they were my jewels. People would go to savour the saline air, i would go to witness power vessels on their journey gently gliding over the part of the world, where they flew in their own space.
Sunrise, The hill shaped as a dolphin hides some of the burning king, the existence we are thankful for, we are.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Different night...
Nine pm, Saturday. It ends tonight, he ran through the plan in his head once more.
As she walked back through the entrance, the path leading to the dance-floor lit, signaling the queen back to her domain, she obliged. Emptiness was never a topic to be pondered upon by the dancing creatures of the night, it was a thinker’s theme, she thought. For she felt strange somehow, empty inside, every aspect of her vagabond life with all its shortcomings laid out in her head with conscience bombarding her with weapons of guilt, fear and angst.
The music was pumping, lights were dimmed, liquor was flowing and the entire room was filled with smoke. She couldn’t keep still; she tried to make her way outside, away from the crowd, the superficial. She noticed that she made it through the people easier than usual, she didn’t knock a glass over, or step on someone, and no one seemed to notice her anymore, they ignored her, as if they had known that in her mind at that exact moment, she betrayed them, she saw through them. What was so different about tonight? Why had no one seemed to notice that she was the queen?
It had gone as planned, it worked. He felt a sigh of relief as he ran through the possible consequences once more in his head, with the ticket in hand and the visa stamped. They did not seem to matter much anyway. The phone rang, his heart missed a beat. Had they known?
“hullo, hullo?”
No answer, strange.
She felt every second of her remorse, bizarre remorse. Never once in life, had she bothered about her ailing mother, or the hopeful father. She wanted to fly, and she felt more to the ground than ever before. Why tonight? What had happened tonight?
The shrill sound of a woman’s nerve-chilling scream startled her, there was panic suddenly, and they started whispering words that she never thought she would hear. She felt everyone’s gaze on her suddenly. But they looked down elsewhere.
She walked to the centre of the gathered circle, through the people. No one stopped her. There she was, asleep. Sleeping as she had been through the pointless life. Lifeless, still and cold. She fell to her knees, at the feet of the fallen queen. If only, she knew how. Her life would never be complete. Not in this lifetime, not the next.
As she walked back through the entrance, the path leading to the dance-floor lit, signaling the queen back to her domain, she obliged. Emptiness was never a topic to be pondered upon by the dancing creatures of the night, it was a thinker’s theme, she thought. For she felt strange somehow, empty inside, every aspect of her vagabond life with all its shortcomings laid out in her head with conscience bombarding her with weapons of guilt, fear and angst.
The music was pumping, lights were dimmed, liquor was flowing and the entire room was filled with smoke. She couldn’t keep still; she tried to make her way outside, away from the crowd, the superficial. She noticed that she made it through the people easier than usual, she didn’t knock a glass over, or step on someone, and no one seemed to notice her anymore, they ignored her, as if they had known that in her mind at that exact moment, she betrayed them, she saw through them. What was so different about tonight? Why had no one seemed to notice that she was the queen?
It had gone as planned, it worked. He felt a sigh of relief as he ran through the possible consequences once more in his head, with the ticket in hand and the visa stamped. They did not seem to matter much anyway. The phone rang, his heart missed a beat. Had they known?
“hullo, hullo?”
No answer, strange.
She felt every second of her remorse, bizarre remorse. Never once in life, had she bothered about her ailing mother, or the hopeful father. She wanted to fly, and she felt more to the ground than ever before. Why tonight? What had happened tonight?
The shrill sound of a woman’s nerve-chilling scream startled her, there was panic suddenly, and they started whispering words that she never thought she would hear. She felt everyone’s gaze on her suddenly. But they looked down elsewhere.
She walked to the centre of the gathered circle, through the people. No one stopped her. There she was, asleep. Sleeping as she had been through the pointless life. Lifeless, still and cold. She fell to her knees, at the feet of the fallen queen. If only, she knew how. Her life would never be complete. Not in this lifetime, not the next.
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