Somethings that bother me

some foreigner: sir where is (insert name of some street here).....

me: sorry, I don't know

foreigner: OK can you tell me where (insert name of a place here) is...

me: um I don't know where that place is... sorry

foreigner: Tsk Tsk and you live in Male' , what DO you know?

me: apparently nothing...

It bothers me why some people assume somethings:

1 - like almost everyone assumes that you know every detail of a band if you are a fan, and when they learn that you don't, they go "tsk tsk and you call yourself a fan". I'd like to say to these people that I just like the SONGS, I don't care whether they pooped somewhere or not..err of course if its something out of the ordinary/bizarre as pooping in public I'd be interested...

2 - also people assume If your hair is long (you being a male) you are into drugs or you are violent and aggressive.... um this is also stereo typing but an assumption nonetheless.

I am not trying to please you..I'll have it however I want

3 - oh and there are those who assume I am into drugs every time I lose weight.

I may have been trying to lose weight.... and again I am not trying to please you...

4 - Another assumption I hate is that you are not mature if you watch cartoons or play video games.

I like them, and maturity is not doing something because it is what most adults do..

5 - Assuming that sleep during day time is not the same as night.

It is the same if you people just didn't make so much noise, and I have so much more interesting dreams during the daytime...it's like a whole new channel

6 - Assuming you are not working as hard as other employees if you are spotted outside the office.

I work extra hard to get enough free time to go out....

7- and assuming you'd know every place and also all street names of a place if you live there.

as Sheldon says; by this logic i should know all about human nature/anthropology/ psychology etc.. because I am a human.

8 - assuming this will be an eighth assumption that bothers me..weren't you?

Limited knowledge

starts out as the tiniest seed

nurtured by nature

blooms into a tree

of shape and girth that could not have been contained in something so tiny.

some argue that this is a clear sign of almighty

while others say it is pure happenstance

I say ideas start out as tiny seeds

nurtured enough, with time it grows to become complex beliefs

to the extent hate and fear are mongered and lives are lost to defend those beliefs

while this becomes the norm, new ideas are rejected

may we be nanobots gone rogue,

whos original purpose was to nurture a cell of a bigger form

my idea is, there must be someone who is responsible for us being here

the rest is problematic

history has variations, future is unpredictable...

what is certain is the present, which is today

and today I've no idea to what I just spoke about......

duel

heart ache

loss of sanity

rampant on every occasion

haunted by an elusive emotion

hopelessly drifts and hides away

evasive of a shamans cure

full of detest and fear

vengeance : let us make them suffer a fate worse than this

us : that they do deserve, yes

vengeance : let us not wait, for the moment is now

us: cannot muster enough strength or courage when I am feeling so low

vengeance : cowards we will be if we don't retaliate

us : so be it, cowardice or retaliation wont free us of heartache

voluptuous but confused

oblivious to reactions that followed

gathered and regrouped with those who assisted

pride : feel the liberation!, dead weight held us back

they : we don't feel justified by that reasoning, we have urges to go back

pride : don't be fools, we embark on a new journey here on

they : such wisdom you speak, onwards I shall move on

until learnt to hate

there'd always be heartache

they mark us as things cruel

when it was they who made us this jewel

CHERRY THEORY

a working theory of a black cherry

a hypothesis maybe...

or maybe a mere question I carry..

without further ado...

here's what i think is true

preserved fruits taste bitter

discovered a lifetime later

o' how sweet the real cherry tastes

through skin to the stone sweetness lasts

fated to have had the experience once

in pursuit of it's sweetness ever since

rendered wasteful those years

how proudly a smile they wear

pity those smiling unaware

eons later, came across a cherry

as fate has it, it was a red cherry

indeed it is a sad story

the black cherry I was after

clueless to where they are, I ponder

be it whether a blessing or a curse

it can now never be worse

the black cherry here is scarce

long it has been, the taste I can barely remember

as I recall, it was a cold night one December

when all lesser cherries went sour...(sigh!)

Just a dream

did you ever stop.

just stop...

to step outside and see what's inside,

everything in seems to be manmade.

born as an empty vessel,

boarded with dirt.

was I curious for it? or was I fed forcefully?

it's a wonderland outside,

what am I doing here?

sometimes I just float out.

there are times when I have to dig my way.

but everytime, I am dragged back by a strong current,

a current that holds me tight, a current that imprisons me

a current that would never let go, nor can I let go of her fully.

a release would be most welcome.

it is but, a dream..

developed roots through eons are hard to dig out.

it has a hold on the world like a pitchers grasp on a ball.

a weak lever breaks trying to pry the world free,

a union of strong levers is what we need

it is but, just a dream

woken out by forces unknown,

and thrown in by reasons that will never be my own.

through weaves elaborately woven

I shall swim through to your haven

Another day

On knees and elbows she prays...

A deity she calls for, while i play

Behind her stiff as a feather i stay

Together in time we sway

all the while trying to keep thoughts at bay

On knees and elbows she prays...

A deity she calls for while i play

Trying to cleanse the noise in a way

Whisper, stifle her screeches she may

Tranquility, i find is like the colour gray

Dull, blunt and a bore i say

As loud as i permit, she may holler away

On knees and elbows she prays...

A deity she calls for, while i play

As an obedient child with claws she did obey

Blood dripping along lines of five, as she tries to flay

Yes, not on knees and elbows she went astray

The deity she calls for she did betray

Calls out for me and i tell her its okay

and agree to play another day.....

something

delicious and bitter though

it melts on touch and roars

feel as though through the seas we soar

she says " halt! my wings are sore"

"a while more", i plead, "don't be a bore"

limpid fluid i find at its core

delicious and bitter though

melts on touch and roars

feel as though a boat not with oars

through seas rough it rows

i tire myself to the core

try to go further for

she has yet to reach the shore

till then i am with her i let her know

till then i close my eyes as before

savour every moment more...

what had to happen i could not allow

for later regret i will, i know

this in two crystal balls i saw

but the delicious bitternes i shall follow