Black is black !

                                                                   

People are mysterious, or should I say fake.,. When it comes to selling Islam some of my relatives right on top., everywhere fakeness took control. Friends are too busy fooling their own emotions, too busy playing monopoly or  too busy with their own sex-o-logy, the number game, the scoring game!! And I feel like an innocent child in front of them! Why should I even bother, I should not!..? !! ..everywhere it’s the fake insanity, and they are whispering to my ears “if you wana be good you gotta be bad”.. Me!!? Too late to reform now!...My honesty never paid off, my words were humble, but they were beaten badly, my eyes were innocent but they made them blurry, I can't seem to have clear vision anymore., of anything. . . And I’m wondering did I get the wrong books of set! ?Now my soul seems helpless, naked, piping loud…
But I have peace on mind..and I know right is right, black is black..and white is white.., and I don't want these people in my life..not even in my funeral. 

 “come not, when I am dead,To drop thy foolish tears upon my rave”

What if!!!

       What if there was no time, no you and me, no us.

       No space, no evolution, no expansion of universe..

       what if there was no language,no words, no poetry

       what if there’s no morals, protocols, no rules & sanity!

       what if there’s no worries and no sparkling glory,

       What if there’s no ecstasy,no god,no fairytale story.

       What if there was no creativity,
       What if everything is just a setup,
       Just make-believe reality!

       What if there was no lie, no truth, just a straight line,
       What if your eyes speak your mind!

       What if we could sail the hatred away

       What if there’s no money,
       We all would have been rich anyway.

       What if there’s no scriptures to believe on,

       And the sun refuses to shine on!

Alan Poe

"....From childhood's hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen as others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring...From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; I could not awaken..My heart to joy at the same tone and all I loved, I loved alone.Then- in my childhood, in the dawn of a most stormy life- was drawn from every depth of good and ill..The mystery which binds me still,from the torrent, or the fountain,From the red cliff of the mountain,from the sun that round me rolled in its autumn tint of gold,from the lightning in the sky as it passed me flying by,from the thunder and the storm, and the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view..."

                                                   Edgar Allan Poe.

...He wrote this poem when he was around 20.This poem is about his childhood,his struggle..and mixing those feelings with those of abandonment by his parents when they died....i think the poem is about growing up lonely, being different,existing on a different wavelength..and somehow I find myself in it....in so many ways..!!

And this photograph in a way symbolizes the poem  ...

                         Pic: 2011, Karan Beach (With a samsung digital cam, not even a DSLR)