Men in love

more than just a few words

Designing the Unknown for the Unknown

It is quite a challenging task to strategize against something unknown. If the aim is protection against the something, at least then you will have an idea where to begin. But, suppose, for instance, you were asked to design for the unknown, 'What is the brief?', you'd ask, 'Make your own brief.', the authority replies, 'Oh! Okay.', you're puzzled.

So here you are on the blank sheet of paper, lingering. Hanging on a line for the bright idea to strike.

When I live in a space for too long I lose my affinity for it. 

Igby goes down

Stash

the obvious and the not

Wake up to yourself

Recently I was having a stressful time coping with things, people and activities around me. I cried. The tears made no difference except that Yasir understood what was happening to me. He told me what I should do to make it all better. I did what he said. It worked and life was okay again but it was just okay not good nor did it contain anything that I was looking forward to.

So I decided to wake up early and prepare a relaxed breakfast every morning. I began doing it. The first day I liked it. The second was better and my body didn't rebel to waking up early since I slept on time the previous night. Now it's about the fifth day of the same routine and I think I can never do without this peaceful time I get with myself. 

When my days used to begin in a hurry I was always stressed. Now I'm much better.

People for people, savages

Here they are

There they be

Take a good look around

Soon they'll no longer be.

If people were not

What they are now

They'd stick around longer

For you to stand up and take a bow.

TELISN - noise. TELISN anag.- silent, listen

There is noise, a lot of it.

You can't even hear my voice.

How will you listen?

The noise is born inside you,

You can't even hear yourself.

How will you listen?

Settle the score with yourself,

Then turn around to me,

Then you will hear.

Now earn time to speak,

Be silent and hear,

Then you'll listen.

Speaking in soul

Blue makes me shine down

Light up a path

Red makes me rise up

Burn down the same

Once again I say

Liberate

Once again you will need

To break

Go across a river

Fly

Why he never said - Let there be peace

Once again I say,

Liberate.

Once again you will need,

To break.

Go across a river,

Fly toward the light.

Reasons will never be over,

Until you cease fight. 

I love to read to you. I want to do it all my life.

Some people are just beautiful. They don't need to do say or do anything to turn you head over heels. 

I really need my space. I feel claustrophobic.

What I don't understand and its symptoms

I don't understand the changes that I am going through in my head. I don't feel like doing what I am supposed to but I am doing everything else otherwise. I usually have Rapid Eye Movement sleep wherein I dream and wake up at any noise. Right now I sleep at 4 in the morning and achieve deep sleep. When I wake up I feel a satisfactory stash of energy and will inside me. But, I wake up in the middle of the day by when all other people in my social group have already finished or are on the verge of finishing activities that I am to participate in!

I just missed out on submitting something that matter a lot in my course evaluation. This is going to lead me into being very negative and guilty for a long time. Now on I will not do anything that is going to make me feel so. I am going to read a lot and do only what is required of me at this point of time in life - work hard!

For you I,

For you me,

For you everything,

Everything I could be.

All I can make,

All I can do,

All I can give,

Give everything to you.

Scanning the capabilities of being lazy.

Now that I have a scanner I should really get down to doing some real exciting stuff! 

I should draw!

Draw, you lazy fool, draw!

A Secret Or Maybe Two.

I'd like to tell you my secret

But, maybe not today.

You should leave now

And return in a while

To be able to get me.

How about we trade two secrets

I'll tell you mine

And you return the favour?

How would it be to keep 

Two precious thoughts safely?

Maybe I should write a book

And maybe you an ode.

Let's riddle our secrets into words.

And let the world read something

That makes no sense to them.

They would never understand

The million things we feel.

Maybe they should stop

In their tracks for a moment

And consider what feeling feels like.

Maybe we could whisper

And let a smile or two escape.

Then maybe life would change

A secret would become two.

Would you like to?