Saturday, 29 October 2011

What's wrong with ugliness???

Here I am, this is me...
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be...


....and so what? Umm...I am in no mood to construct a parody or sing in appraisal for the famous Bryan Adam song. But let's just get one thing straight, I am here (again) to share a piece of my mind...and please do read the above sentence again...A PIECE OF MY MIND.


 I know that I should never call god's creation ugly, but if it had been God's decision to make human beings "a not so divine" replica of his own being, well he has to go lot further than just restraining my brain and imagination. I mean seriously...to be totally honest with myself...I have seen ugly human beings and decent ones transforming themselves into sheer ugliness. And trust me, my fate has brought me to places where I actually had to face ugly stuff!!! To the extent, that instead of sleeping, when it's actually about 5 mins past 5 during the early hours, I am compelled to write about all this in my blog. After all, this is the only place (other than my bf's ears) where I can vent out, what people call, inner feelings, thoughts, etc. It all started with some pics I had to accidentally come across in Facebook, and since then, my brain has gone bananas! Moreover, my roomies won't stop talking about how scary and vulgar those pics were. The weirdest thing was, 2 or 3 of my friends, of the male gender have found the subject of those pics to be "in fashion", and the remaining were all HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....even on hearing their comments of praise. Now you can very well understand why previously I had to classify ugliness into being naturally ugly and the transformation to it. 


My dear readers, I have only a few words for the subject of my post (if there at all is one)
YOU ARE UGLY!!! PLEASE DON'T SCARE ME OFF AND ALSO THE PUBLIC THIS WAY!!!!
There is actually something, seriously wrong about YOUR ugliness, cause I have wasted my night's sleep for this!
Thank you....





Essence Of Life

A distant ethereal voice.
Is it trying to tell something to me?
Is it asking me to stay?
My vision's all hazy now.
But the shadow of a dainty being,
Is getting closer to this bed of roses,
Over which, I lay....


It has come from a far off place,
In search of me,
And it's sad cause I am about to leave.
I have no answer to why it is asking me,
To carry on and never give up.
Only if I can explain to this apparition,
That I just have a few more minutes to live.


The voice continues to linger,
Inside my mind and I am still unsure,
Whether it's my imagination,
Or something beyond my understanding.
Cause the death clock is ticking over my head,
And yet the voice says that if I can make it stop,
Then I will never have to face it all alone.


A sweet fragrance feels up the atmosphere,
As I continue to rest on my death bed.
The cold north breeze gently kisses my lips.
As the voice starts to fade away,
And so does my senses.
But before I have closed my eyes,
I can feel the tear drops in the form of dew,
As they fall on my cheeks.