Finding peace

There once was a boy,
who loves staring at the moon,
did he find peace in it?

There once was a father,
who listens to classical tunes,
did he find peace in it?

There once was a girl,
who's not coming home anytime soon,
did she find peace in it?

There once was a mother,
who started cleaning rooms,
did she find peace in it?

We are drawn to it,
please by it,
satisfied by it...

Momentarily.

Love

Love is,
like a smell.
Lucid yet enigmatic.
Like waves,
Calm and yet, frantic.
Like music,
frivolous yet pragmatic.
Like Angels,
real yet many are cynics.
Love is simply,
Ironic.

Boys and Girls

I spent a night out with a good friend of mine. She asked me on the phone, to have dinner with her. It was kind of strange the she would call, it was quite sometime ago that she stopped asking me out. That night the conversation was about a friend of hers, and how that friend chose to have a solo outing with a guy and kicked her out of the pre-planned date. She was telling me about how she felt and at that moment I had empathy for her. But then I realize I did not sympathize with her. She was talking about how a friend would forget another and yet failed to realize that I could say the same about her. She had forgotten about me and her other friends till she met with the similar fate. But that night I chose to be a friend, forgiving her for her lack of realization.

So after that night, I kept thinking about it. Why’s everybody so self-absorbed, screaming for help when they need it, and when saved, walks away. I keep noticing this mostly in teenage girls, they are emotional creatures, sensitive to their own feelings and at most times, oblivious to the ones of others. These girls like to talk, ever so much, talking and talking about their problems (90% of female problems are over-rated), yet they never seem to stop and take a look around, check if people are doing fine, listen to the problems of others. Girls get so protective of themselves, and would kill to preserve themselves.

Boys are some-what different, they move in packs, and when in a pack feel strong and emotionally invulnerable, but when placed alone, could be extremely vulnerable. Boys don't really have many problems, because unlike girls, boys seem to have only a few bad feelings, anger, sadness and hunger. In other words we can be angry or sad, but girls have all the emotions that are not even named yet. Boys don't like to talk about themselves, we talk about others, we don't share much of our problems among each other, because if we say we are angry to another guy, the reply would be "relax". So there's pretty much no point to share.

Note - This is only a narrow view point of mine

Dear Somebody

What would It take for you to be happy,
what would it take to see you smile,
and say you did well.
What would it take, for you to see,
that all i ever did,
all i ever wanted was to be free,
from you being unhappy.
I bugs me ever so much,
at times my heart is torn apart.

Days and days of uneasy rest,
just because I don't pass what seems to be your test,
Why don't I seem to be good enough,
just to be enough,
to make you smile,
to make all I ever did,
worth you while.

Just to be a friend.

Empathy

Today I learnt the meaning of empathy,
not through experience,
but through www.dictionary.com.
therefore i felt compelled to draw my
adaptation of empathy,
on my familiar canvas of Microsoft Paint.

Today

Today I need to blog,
about what I don't know.
School went on today,
life went down today.

Teased teachers like i always do,
not in a rude way.
Teased the girl beside me,
I just get the urge to do it to any girls near me.
Teased my good friend gary,
he can take a joke,
makes good ones too.
He is so funny.
I thought of the irony of yesterday's today paper.

I made the same jokes that are still funny,
about success in life through throwing paper and fighting.
Today I felt glad about the fact that I am the assitant social rap,
Aka. guy who gets free seal points.
man i am lazy.

Freaky

Today i was freaked out, in my freaky little class of creative writing,
we were divided into groups and were discussing about somethings,
and i turned my head over for a sec and felt a sting on my knee,
wondering what it was, i turn around to see that a girl was trying
to pull my leg hair. so like any normal guy i said "what are you doing?!"...
the reply, "does it hurt?" I was stunned!!! who was she? I have no idea,
i only spent 5 mins of my life with her, and it was not like it was like
in some kind of "moment", we were doing out work!!! why did she do that?

Freaky...

If we were selfish

Ever thought if one were selfish,
and all you ever did was for yourself?
I often wonder, if all we ever did, was for our own benefit,

In the way we help for the profit of a good impression,
and then we become humble,
denying any profit.
and in this way,
gaining the profit of a good impression.

Do out minds automatically plan ahead 2 steps,
first to seem humble to others,
then to humbly boast.

Do we help and love our friends,
and claim that we are do it unconditionally,
when the condition is that the friend brings joy.
We give because we receive.
Won't it be really hard to love a loved one unconditionally.

And this would show that therefore,
it is easier to love an enemy,
to not be self-centered,
because this love would seek no return.

or would it be meerly love seeking a
return but receiving none?

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day I get to attend my
favourite class of creative writing,
creative writing also means, Writing poems,
Children story books and doing word rhyming,
Creatively.

Well I shall stop being bitter,
maybe by the next lesson tomorrow the teacher would
have seen that we are at 17 years old and above,
way above the age safely limit we see on toys.
maybe this time the lesson will be different, I hope.