Randomness Inside My Head

Doesn’t it make us crazy to be in

Constant race with people who neither

Know nor care if we are dead or alive?

If then, so what’s the point, other

Than making ourselves feel more

Miserable for being what we’re not,

When we should be thankful for

Becoming what we have been?

Love Is

Being friends before and staying friends

After. The further feeling doesn’t stop us

From being there for each other, through

Thick and thin, through past and tomorrow,

From cautiously sharing what we think

And feel, to being who we truly are.

Quarrels and fights and disagreements don’t

Erase the mutual respect and appreciation

For the people we have become and the

People either one of us longs to be someday.

No religion is pure. No congregation is innocent. Every religious gathering can turn right into a social club.

Mama & Kakak citing the poem by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892)

Must you be too honest with me and didn’t

Even for a second think how your words

Would affect, haunt, and maybe kill me?

So I replied with the best possible sentence

I could think of, what I could think of only

Once in a lifetime in a painful situation like

I was in that moment,

“I’m sorry I didn’t know how you felt.”

The rainbow

Colors we see are the spectrums created

By the prism; it’s all physics, it’s all

Science, it’s all explainable. We see

The results of a defraction, but we attribute

The colors to a deity, not to the brain

And the comprehension capacity each

Of us was born with and gifted by.

The sea water carves the rocks and

Makes the cliff. It’s not supernatural,

It’s nature working its way around

Its inhabitants, mobilizing each of

Its elements to create balance. Everything

Is physics, everything is science,

Everything is explainable.

Assumption drives you to some corners, if

You get it wrong, and beyond the borders of

Comprehension, if you get it right.

It’s a tricky game with low return and unexpected

Chaos as a result of uneducated guess and

The attitude of being all high and mighty

In front of other people, who in some cases

Probably way smarter and wiser than you

Are, but never bother to show off their

Brains and wits to anyone because they know

The league they’re in, the games they play

(Well), and the lack of need for praises and

Acknowledgements from other people.

I’m like a hamster running around inside a cute,

Pink cage containing a bright, yellow wheel

Put there to make me exercise and eventually

Be happy and content during bad, gloomy days.

The cycle, or the wheel on which I run, is

And endless loop with no clear ending

Or beginning, and can only be terminated

By things as final as death and rebirth.

Do you believe in it? Because I don’t.

What is love if it’s unfair?

You double the people in your life, but

Not the capacity to love, to care, and to be

Devoted to all of them, every one

Of them, equally and unconditionally.

You keep choosing the person you love

Best, the person you’ll punish most

Severely, the person you’ll give no

Apple to should you have one basket full

Of them, and the person you’ll say yes to

Every time and in every situation.

I am your companion when you feel

Nobody understands you or even

Realize your existence.

I am everything you need to stay

Alive, and grateful, and content.

I am you in every sense of the way;

Look at me and nothing else.