Voices

I see them. They are actually everywhere but then they are not. I can feel them whispering from the inner shadows.

They speak to me in my sleep. They tell me things that I want to know, and sometimes things that I don’t.

They talk. They emphasize. They quarrel.They are the voices that decide right from wrong……..but there are none.

 

“They think you’re useless?”

“Yes he should.”

“You want to take that?”

“No he shouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell you what you should do………….Kill them! Kill them all!”

You suddenly even clench your fists because of the seizures. Seemingly random but not without cause. They are telling you their own motives.

Sometimes they even tell you to pick up a bat and hit your closest friend.

I tell you, the voices can be random themselves hence it’s completely them when you think about it.

Sometimes you are leaning forward on a balcony and they tell you “Jump!”

They think they are very helpful. To some their words are the sweet plague while to others they are your imaginary friends who you talk to in between moments.

I shall tell you, that they are watching you right now.

They are suddenly going to come

……………..

and boom!! They hit you.

Just like the nicotin. In a minute you’re back.

But in the last minute you just went through something you cannot explain.

You see, they are watching you and waiting for the right time to pester you each time. They wait each time for the perfect moment to make you go “AAAAAHHHHH!”

They drain you very quietly, in exchange for thoughts.

Just like that.Literally. And quite suddenly.

They are the answer to your individuality. They inject the right words to let the reaction out. The one that you so hide. The one you exchange for the one you show.

But among all these voices is the voice that calms you down and the voice that tells you not to listen to the others. The clarity. The shield to the insanity.

She tells you “Stop and start thinking now.”

“You love me right?”

“Yes I do.”

Finally you have the voice that matters. Your own.

Her’s matters too though and she’s telling me to stop now and I have to listen. That’s my voice saying.

 

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Let it Be: A Tribute

This is something I wrote after some good coffee and a cover of the song. Want to dedicate this to Paul and angela vasquez who sang his song so well

Why do we try?

Why do we even cry?

When there’s no end….no help

The fact that it goes on and on without stop

The little boy needs help

But there is none

Let suffering go to everyone

 

Situation is out of control

He takes a knife

So he can say bye to the endless strife

He is going to take the painful stroll

Towards painlessness

He wants to imagine an end

But he treads towards a place where there is no imagination

He wants to take a long sleep

So that never again he has to weep

The endless cries, from a distance the reaper sees

Time to enter the void

He’s waiting with a smile

 

“When the broken hearted people living in the world agree”

There will be an answer, “You shall be free”

“Though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see”

There will be hope, believe, “let it be”

 

As the he turned in question

The heart now did see.

With tears he saw, it was she

 

In his hour of darkness she’s standing right in front of him

Telling him everything wasn’t so dim

“Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be”

After a long time, the truth he did see

 

Now with his smile he faces the darkness

“When the night is clouded there is still a light that shines on me”

He takes a step, puts his arms around the shadow

With love, “It’s okay now, let it be”

The Twist of It

Life is like a headache. It’s immensely painful but with some aspirin you can be free of the unbearable feeling that it gives. In life one must find that aspirin and always keep it with oneself. But like every wise person, he must also try prevention first.

The crazy thing is you always need an antidote but you always know that prevention should be taken into account. Cough syrup is for the danger when it arrives but boosting one’s immunity by giving importance to the right sustenance is needed too.

The fact is that life is a paradox where nothing really makes sense which is the only thing that actually makes sense. Make sense?

All you need to go through life is to either not try to understand it and reason with it or try to fight back and control it.

However believe it or not the true answer is neither. The actual procedure is to let go and be unaffected.

If that’s not right then what has all those sayings regarding no one helping anyone but themselves and your biggest enemy is yourself taught you?

The idea is not to use the one that’s right, but the one that works.

The straight point is that life is twisted and you have to find a twist that works for you, which might be taking the twist with a straight face or straight on looking at the problem with a twisted smile.

That’s the twist of it.