Green Room Dumpster

We live in this beautifully crafted, delicately balanced and ever growing world. Our boundaries for our needs and ambitions are restricted by values that time has taught us. And believe me, 'restriction' gives us a wrong sense actually. These restrictions are what keeps us from stepping over the destructive growth index.

In today's world, we have replaced our conscience with some currency symbols. The materialistic exposure swipes away all our good instincts, covers our eyes and ears just like a bunch of reporters hurdled around a celebrity. The flashes of bright light and continuously shooting questions makes his/her day but keeps the senses occupied with a false sensation. We have seen and experienced an ultimate growth in every aspect of human involvement. We always raised the bar. We always challenged the "impossibles" and conquered it most of the times.

We stand on this table of natural resources and try to reach out for the highest fruit on the tree. We always take it for granted, want it's legs to be longer so that we may reach higher. But we never noticed that the legs of the table are about to give in, standing on which we show our heavy achievement with a chest stuck out with false proud and a mean grim.

We know this table is gonna break down.
We know we'll fall.
But we don't want to get our clothes dirty to clean our hose.

"We claim, we win.
  We pray, we sin.
  O Adam's son!
  You've cut the tree.
  You've pawned your heart,
   have set the sword free.
  One day you'll see through the light,
  that there's a darkness behind

  one day you'll rise, not to kill
  but to clean the mess and a will to find!"

Empty Jars

We all are born, raised and evolved in different places of this same Earth. With possibly unique overall characteristics. It possibly can be classified under some usual and frequently studied categories, categories which makes lots of our actions predictable. Predictable things usually make most of our daily routine life.

Prediction makes us happy. It's not like we can tell which side the coin will fall but we can tell what effect it will produce in next person's mind. And then like falling dominoes, a picture is created. A flowchart of further predictions. Before knocking down the very first domino, we manipulate with some, change their positions for our own benefit.



But sometimes people have vivid and bizarre characteristics. We try to box them in pre-captioned designations, just like we categorize songs based on their genre. But we just can't. Their multidimensional personality and randomness makes it almost impossible to predict their actions. It fills us with a fear. An obvious truth, that we too, are a part of this predictable herd.

We try to grow, from the cracks of an old rock. We try to vibrate, just like a fly caught in an abandoned spider web. Too weak to break the stone and too tired to try out again.

We stop. We die.

We used to be fluid when we were kids. Could have taken any shape, any size. Then time put us in these tinted jars and left us in the oven of time, for baking. To grow static and solid.

I wonder if I can break my jar.

No Name #1

It's a juggle of ideas on this adolescence-air filled balloons of bumpy brain. I always wonder, on what criteria we pick a thought to think about, out of randomly dancing ideas. Reminds me of those brick breaking games where we just have to prevent the ball from dropping but the shot is always oblivious to us.

The idea of trapping myself in these complex ideas about what ideas I'm hosting in and then categorizing and labeling them as foolish, mature, philosophical and rubbish, seems redundant to me.
But it's repetition is not bothering me because may be it's the original routine of life.

You might be thinking, what kind of stinking crap is that! But it's just like when you get this bad feeling in your gut before starting this long journey which you don't like. I puked some crazy, crude thoughts here. Filtered the unprocessed ideas. Brushed some of the rusty iron from the sword.

It's a good feeling.