He surrendered to the cause.
As he lay awake, smouldering. Shouldered by indefinite discourse. Pillage by the pain. Savaged by utter melody of the one voice. The voice that should make me search for peace. Instead I wait. I wait for the never ending paradigm to shift the focus of time.
Time, the mischievous little fairytale founder that began the end of longing. Crossed itself by as I lay to waste in her eyes. As I dwelled in silence between her words. And waited for a kiss back.
The lights were dimming fast, thoughts perishing as they went. A meticulous merry mark of mischievous matrimony
Scarred in places, reborn with paces
He touched her hands ever so slightly as she reflected on the riches of her guilty pleasures.
Once deflected of the most unclear joys he perched his sorrows on ulterior grounds.
Searching in the brisk moonlight, putting out his hand in the scorching moonlight
Unearthly forgetfulness centered around one such dissonance
Truth be told, it never went so far but ever so further
Crossing oceans of agonizing happiness he pulled her close and dipped inside her inner sanctum
Marching past disbelief, he somehow felt at home
Upper and lower, near and far. I saw but a raging fire trapped inside a little jar.
I crept ever so gently across the promised lands
I received solace as I felt her’s in my hands
She smiled ever so calmly while she cried a raging river
The sorry little poster child finally reached under my skin
Sometimes things that are so close are just so far away. It hurts so much. It burns in a bundle of cold writhing memories. Tearing inch by inch into nothingness until you’re just left too beyond.
Caressing a soft black flow that scars way past just ever so subtly
Baring, in layers. Sweetened thoughts. Sorely spoken since.
I was crying, ever so gently from oblivion. The red sweet feeling of the sour sobriety hit me ever so gently as I touched her lips. She held me with the dull sensation of forever belonging. I cried. I cried. As I caressed her dry.
I’ve always wondered, with my hands around her face. Ever so solemn the feelings that race.
What is language?
Or what is a language?
Well I’d clearly say that “Language is an intellectual form that we use for the purpose of communication. It is how we get the result of our brainwaves to perfectly reach other people.”
That was the logical and scientific way of putting it. However now that we have the introduction out of the way let’s go into more detail shall we?
Language is pretty much anything that used for communication. It’s not just talking, silence is also a language.
Verbal is not the only method, non-verbal being perfectly possible. We can communicate through body language and without any words, in other words “silence”.
However today I am not here to explain communication or tell you about its types. What I am going to discuss today is regarding what my question was about: Language.
The phrase “a language” simply brings to mind the reference to a particular language such as English, French, Spanish, Dutch, Italian, Russian, German, Chinese, Japanese, and so on.
Damn! There are so many different languages. We’ve really outdone ourselves. Every language can be translated into other simpler or more complex languages. Every one of them have their twists, their own unique way of using the tongue, and separate rules which make them so.
Knowing all this, let us now go into more detail and enter the wider realm of it known as “Linguistics”. The fact that there is a science, specific regulations, a psychological method with which every language is performed brings in the concept of linguistics.
There are people who speak more than one language. If their brain and tongue become home to more than four the person is termed as a super linguist.
The concept of every language is different. Each language hence brings in a different feeling in the same dialogue. Some sound confident, some are more excited while others sound emotional. Saying “I love you” in English brings a certain effect. Now try saying the same in French: “Je t’aime”. Now let’s try Hindi: “Main tumse pyaar karta hoon”. They not only sound different but also feel different. Patriotism and regional love aside this is quite true if you honestly think about it.
You could perhaps say the beauty of the song is on a level quite different depending on the words put. What level that you decide. The essence and feeling delivered feels different especially if you take a third person point of view. I know what you’re going to say: you’re being repetitive.
Basically they bring in their own sense which are the results of their own unique cultures, and mentalities. With every language comes the ideology and culture of the place it’s from. A traveler who meets a lot of people will definitely know this, so will a guy or gal in show business. I mean not only when it comes to love, it can be anything. Language affects the level of the magic. Comedians who’ve faced their share of bad shows will understand a bit better, especially those who’ve done tours across many countries. The success of jokes always depend on language and culture to a great extent. There are other factors too but I have decided to not digress too much today.
So now you have a new and different perspective when you’re perhaps travelling the world and telling a joke, or asking out a beautiful lady, or even when trying to buy a condom.
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
― Franz Kafka
It is said that the world’s two most prized gifts are the love of a woman and the beauty of youth. While we always talk about women, today let’s take this opportunity to talk about youth. Youth is the most treasured trait that a person can have, without it a person can be 45 but feel like 85. Youth or young people around the globe are always treated as not only the “future” of humankind but also looked upon as the envied lot, as their energy levels are still at their peak.
So let’s take this time to learn a bit more about them:
The definition varies from country to country.
According to the United Nations, “Youth” are the people who are of ages 15-24. However different countries have different definitions. In Nigeria youth are termed to be people between ages 18 and 35. In India, according to the National Youth Policy 2014, the people aged 15-29 are youth.
Number of youth worldwide is potentially high.
The youth make up for more than 1.1 billion people, which is the nearly the population of India. The number of young people along with children make up 40% of the world’s population as of 2015.
All the developing countries contain most of the world’s youth. India as of November 2014 contains 356 million people between the ages 10-24 years, about 28% of India’s population. China comes in second with 269 million, followed by Indonesia and US respectively.
Youth are not being commemorated only on 12th August
While 12th August is International Youth Day, the youth are celebrated in different parts of the world on other days as well. Renowned Indian monk, Swami Vivekanda’s birthday (12th January) is celebrated as National Youth Day. Children’s Day is celebrated on 14th November in India.
In Singapore, Youth Day is celebrated on 2nd July. World Youth Day, held every 2-3 years will be held next at Panama city in 2019.
Most of today’s unemployed people are Youth
In the world of today, unemployment is the one of the main issues that plague us. However did you know that the main section of society affected by this are the youth?
South Africa ranks on top as having the highest percentage of unemployed youth.
The causes of this include the mismatch in skills and effect of the digital divide.
More than 35% of homeless youth are under 24
According to known statistics, more than 35% of youth found around the globe are homeless. Nearly 80% decide to use alcohol and drugs as a form of self-medication.
Studies show that over 50% of the world’s population of homeless youth have been told by their parents to leave. About 40% of these youths are sexually abused every year.
Being Young is NOT Enough Anymore
Being young and being youthful are not the same thing but none of them is enough. Some companies do not want to keep the new youth, they want their own veterans, who are more experienced. Acceptability in employment is competitive with the rise in competition (rise in number of youth) by the passing day. The simultaneous increase in poverty and number of homeless youths with the increase in population adds salt to the fire.
The Youth are the building blocks, and the foundation of our society. No matter who it is and how much they have gained over the years, everyone wants to go back to their youth when they found it easier to do things, and had more basic worries. They need to be cared for more as a part of the change.
We should take it upon ourselves to treasure our youth. J
Rotting away into madness.
Slaying into one’s dreams.
Cursing away into a shallow melancholia
Surfacing at least once, in bitter streams
A small rose, belonging to the beast
Beauty turns a nod once every red moon
“Take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold”
As he is turned away, the rose looks up
An imaginary smile but there was a real embrace.
“Thank you for letting me in”
Beauty welcomed the beast after all
The passive surface of two minds is his domain
The words uttered did not remain
It kept him still
Two souls entered melancholia
The world now went in for the kill
Sudden silence caught his pace
All his flaws reached him now
Sudden minds pierced him silly
The fell did see as they won the race
As his utter silence did cry out
She kept her book and sang oblivious
A hidden parchment in her thoughts
Crumpled language here and about
As the claws hustled back in control
Anger steady, suffering still did behold
In between his fingers, rested a red soul
Terrified of the invisible anguish
Quietly feeling the same noisy toll
A silent question
The little overseer lay in wonder
His silent pat displayed his hidden answer
As she started a new story
A distant fiction shed it’s glory