staring at that blank page
for hours on end
trying really hard to find
worthy use for the parchment
where have all the words gone
why has the ink dried
used to fill both sides easy
it’s hard now to finish a side
maybe it’s this feeling i have
all the pain seems torched
how do i write when i’m happy
who am i if i’m not scorched
up and down
left and right
decisions coming back
to bite
a false truth
a well made lie
out in the open
why, god? why?
opinions extreme
for all the debacle
even death can’t hide
thus born a radical
Reincarnation: do you believe in it?
Being afraid of the unknown is part of life. There are many different answers to this question. Philosophical search of self might lead to results unimaginable. Is it reincarnation if you found out something new about yourself that changes the core of who you are? Is it reincarnation if you leave your past behind and start anew? Is every Monday a reincarnation day? Different answers for different thoughts.
And then there’s science. The cold hard facts studied minutely in an attempt to obtain a solid result. There’s no irrefutable evidence that suggests the possibility of reincarnation. When you die, you die. Your brain deteriorates like every other part of your body. All information stores in it, lost. Never to be found again. Well, not in the same form, at least. But then again, even science tells that every cell in the body dies and replaced in about seven years. That’s a new body you have right there. You could consider that to be reincarnation if you choose.
At the end of the day, it’s all about perception. Choosing to believe without is still just a belief. And choosing to ignore facts is not gonna change reality. I don’t believe in reincarnation in the strictest sense of the word. However, I am open to it in a scientific way and in a philosophical way if it means starting fresh. But, I don’t know.
a secret in those eyes
hidden away, locked
the betrayal and the lies
i feel i’m being mocked
a feeling uneasy, every time
i look at you now
and you say everything’s fine
yet you broke the vow
would you gain back the trust
so unceremoniously broken
or give in again to lust
and be just a token
a secret never for another ear
but only for those eyes
staring through the crumpled mirror
and with it, it shall die
If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.
I’d like to continue writing. I’ve never had a chance to write and get paid. But it’ll be probably the best thing.
the sweet nothings i whispered
were for you, not for one soul another
i thought we were together, up or down
here i am, without a shadow, full of doubt
tell me why? isn’t it the least i deserve
after all i lost, an answer to remember
shards of trust through broken heart
never again am i letting you close
i see myself in your eyes
the way you turn, the way you move
carrying the weight of the world
still smiling, waiting for me
i see you from afar, afraid
for a bit too close, will bring you harm
but my love for you my love
will be forever
i wait for you, i pine for you
for our time is measured, a moment
without you, an eternity
you’re the one for me
i can’t see you anymore
for you are eclipsed with someone
i see you cry, your fury
uncontrollable
a sudden shift in your nature
is not unnatural to me, but for beings
mortal, i implore your mercy
they are our children
the eclipse will end my love
the clouds will part and we’ll be together
for it is written
by skies
there’s so much to say so much
to discuss
unimaginable that all this while
we never
the stories you wanted to tell me
that night
how about when the cops stopped us
one time
a whole lot has happened since last
we spoke
the glint in your wide green eyes
i missed
the hint of the smile you flash
has evoked
let’s go out, talk, have fun just get
ready stat
connection is back, never mind, go
online, we’ll chat
an adjective for a noun
my name
a behavior full of elegance
my name
an authoritative connoisseur
my name
a heart full of feelings
my name
a mind full of interests
my name
a book full of stories
my name
a soul called rasik
my name
a poem full of passion
my name
