Everywhere you go, some
sort of discussion will follow. It's like an inseparable phenomenon these days. People
just can't resist it . Wherever some bunch of people manage to find a
place to stand and breathe together, they buckle up and wage a war... with
their verbal torpedoes.
Everybody have a opinion. Each and everything is
open for discussion, new rule in the book of human survival. Everybody knows
something about someone and he/she can't afford to stomach it much longer and have
to blurt it out over someone or at
someplace. Desperate times, desperate actions.. Are we lost so badly in our
attic of minds that there's no sense of solace in there. Is it only filled with
all sorts of grunge and grudge ?
You talk much when you cease to be at peace
with your thoughts― Kahlil
Gibran, The Prophet
We cannot survive a day without texting or
talking or stalking(on social media) about other people. There's have to have a
discussion whether verbal or cerebral. We are impotent to shut it off. If a
girl next door got a new haircut it's just out of our wits to not to comment on
it. Our heads are full of dilettantish and shoddy commentary and all it seeks
is a reek of a crack in time where we can just fork out our own little piece of
apprise.
on my way, I
wanted to be alone
from the chatters
that were going on
didn't wanna be a part
daily rituals of unneeded plots
that they set
of baiting others
upsetting whole nine yards
with their own upset
people who know me
they know a lot, all
recourses and resorts
rises and falls
I'm gauged, for every footprint
that I make, not for mine
but for other's sake, they
might not know or favor an ignore
heavy toll that it makes
as my unsteady castle shakes
why do you have to say it, annotate it
why do you have to print it out loud
this and that, more and more, why to make
a memoriam of every single chore
why, where, how and what
why white is white
and how dark is dark
why he's fat, how can he
drive such a fancy car
how can that lady have so much power ?
I sat for a while, tried to think - why's
that we are so worried about what's happening to others. Why this discussion feel so burdensome and why it bothers so much. Why is this constant
inner struggle for fighting someone else's demons...
I listen to Keane...
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
