Demons

at night when everything sleeps,
there is the girl, that wakes and weeps,
her body her nightmare needs,
trapped and alone, she waits while her soul slowly bleeds.

the endless darkness, with no light in sight,
all she could ask for was no pain in her plight,
in the endless battle she fights every night.

the demons of her past,
no priest or shaman could cast,
no amulet or gem did last,
death was coming, nearer and fast.

her family gathered around her,
weeping with misery,
while her soul slowly leaves her.

Of Violence and Man

The following is my opinion, the quotes I have taken from the internet. I would like to believe that they are correct because to me they make sense but I am not a religious or any other type of scholar, so I cannot be sure. Correct me if i am wrong, your opinion also counts.

I remembered today a story I think from my grade 8 or 9 Islam book. I remember not really reading school books cause I was too cool for school (idiotic, yes.) but some of it stuck, so this was a story about Prophet Muhammad, about how he went to a (I imagine) village to preach about Islam, and that he was yelled at and people threw stones at him and chased him out of the village, that is how I remember that part hopefully I am not getting the story wrong but in any case after this incident, in the story, he was asked if he wanted the destruction of the village and its people, and he replies "Noon, emeehunnah adhi nuvisnenee ey" (I`m sure not in those words but again this is how I remember) .

That is how he dealt with the situation; he was the prophet yes but a human as well. Even then at the hands of such cruelty he was able to walk away with his beliefs, his pride and his humanity. Therefore to me he will always be the original Gandhi.

This is why I do not believe that we need to resort to violence or anger to resolve our issues. The thing that many of us don’t get is that, we are different from each other. Our ability to think is different, our ability to learn and follow is different too and although we can disagree with each other it is always better to start a dialogue than to punch the other guy in the nose. Otherwise are we any better?

Sometimes this is difficult, extremely difficult. In such a country filled with different frustrations, inflation, poverty, drugs, theft, violence, corruption it is hard not to be angry with anyone and everyone, especially if we are led to believe we are losing the one thing we thought could never be taken from us. Yes, it is hard but let me quote Prophet Muhammad “The strong man is not the good wrestler; the strong man is only the one who controls himself when he is angry.”

Tomorrow is probably going to be yet another day we will push into the pages of history and forget. It is probably going to be another day where our own blood and tears may flow; on our own land by our own hands. I hope it does not happen. I hope you all wish it too.

I will finish my ramblings with a quote from another guy that I would have liked to meet and shake hands with; “What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?” – Mahatma Gandhi.

Our little fish bowl

it is amazing how small Male` is, if you think about it in this perspective, for those who share apartments, or even rooms. its like living inside a toilet, a no roof bathroom stall where you are self-conscious of shitting cause of the person in the next stall. Don't deny it, we cant really let go comfortably when we know there's someone who could hear our farts or our shit hitting the water.

Shit if we take it and not make it literal, that`s how most of our lives are, this place is so small, we can almost hear what the other person is thinking (no idiots that was a joke, we are not telepathic, at-least i hope not).

Privacy is a good thing, everyone should have their own time because we are all different even the person you love is different from you and they will do stupid things which may not be actually stupid but you think is stupid but you don't want to do or say anything cause you might hurt their feelings but in turn just swallow them cause you also don't want your children or your next room neighbor to hear you two fight. (and i dare you to make sense of that train of thought) . Given all that, most of us dont have a positive or productive way to get rid of our frustrations.

That is if you don't count, racing through the small streets of Male` blaring our horns like clowns, glaring and sneering at anyone who comes in-front of us. OR protesting about the latest issues, loosing our religion even though it has survived through the ages, protesting about protestors.

At-least i think the reason why we are most of time mean, inconsiderate, with no sense of common courtesy is because we are frustrated. (and you just went DUH! didn't you. so why didn't you write about it?) Frustrations about money, space, life, this brick prison we call home, the government, the previous government, the religious fanatics, nonreligious fanatics, gangs, traffic lights, GST .. etc. etc.. and hence the anger..

when i came back after a long time from abroad i wondered why people here where so angry, most of the time, now i think i know... thing is, life sucks people, we all know it, it reams us in the back once at-least every 2-3 years but we need a better way to handle it. we need a better way to handle problems between each other.. we need to find a better way to live peacefully in our little fish bowl.

Wake Up

we do not know,

we nod and agree,

we believe what we are told,

we are told that we are free.

freedom is a choice,

freedom is personal,

freedom does not dictate,

freedom does not impose, its not a wall.

pawns we are,

but we do not know,

unknown to us with fear they grow.

in the end, their battles we will fight,

in the end, still pawns we will fight,

till the end, even to our final breath ...

thoughts of a madman

the depth and of the steel,
the sharpness of the blade,
the gushing of her blood,
upon my face, and i`m glad.

the twist and the turn,
the feel of her organs,
rip apart get torn,
i smile, a dream complete of months.

i raise it high,
i raise it low,
i raise it fast,
i raise it slow.

her eyes open,
with just a sliver of life,
i smile, again,
plunging down; my steel knife,
again and again.

i sit here and wonder,

where you are, i wonder,

what happened to the talks, i wonder,

whatever happened to your smile, i wonder.

the elephant in the room

it is now as it was before,
we don't talk, we don't feel,
keep building it up inside our core,
letting it out; not an option, not a way; that we can heal.