Invincible

This bloody road remains a mystery
This sudden darkness fills the air
What are we waiting for?
Wont anybody help us?
What are we waiting for?
We cant afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
Its a do or die situation
We will be invincible

This shattered dream you cannot justify
Were gonna scream until were satisified
What are we running for?
Weve got the right to be angry
What are we running for?
When theres no where we can run to anymore

We cant afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
Its a do or die situation
We will be invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
Its a do or die situation
We will be invincible

Wont anybody help us?
What are we running for?
When theres no where, no where we can run to anymore

We cant afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
Its a do or die situation
We will be invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
Its a do or die situation
We will be invincible

It doesn`t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart`s longing.

It doesn`t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn`t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life`s betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine and your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own: if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn`t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself: if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon.

It doesn`t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn`t interest me who you are, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn`t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Ruminations - Part 16

There's an old proverb that says you can't choose your family. You take what the fates hand you. And like them or not, love them or not, understand them or not, you cope. Then there's the school of thought that says the family you're born into is simply a starting point. They feed you, and clothe you, and take care of you, until you're ready to go out into the world and find your tribe.

I don't know which one I belong to, or if I do belong to any in the first place!

Make Someone Happy

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy.
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you.
One gal you're everything to.

Fame, if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her,
Build your world around her.
Make someone happy.
Make just one someone happy
And you will be happy too.

Someday out of the blue

Someday out of the blue
In a crowded street or a deserted square
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if our love were new
Someday we can start again
Someday soon

Here comes the night
And with it come the memories
Lost in your arms
Down in the foreign fields
Not so long ago
Seems like eternity
Those sweet afternoons
Still capture me

I still believe
I still put faith in us
We had it all
And watched it slip away
Where are we now?
Not where we want to be
Those hot afternoons
Still capture me

Someday out of the blue
Maybe years from now, or tomorrow night
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if we always knew
Someday we would live again
Someday soon

I still believe, I still put faith in us

Here comes the night
And with it come the memories
Lost in your arms
Down in the foreign fields
Not so long ago
Seems like eternity
Those sweet afternoons
Still capture me

Pour Me Comprendre

To be able to understand me,
you would have to know what I have become.
To be able to understand me,
My life would have to be known
You will need to learn all about me to become my friend.
To be able to understand me,
It would take at least this evening
To be surprised the way one of my tender glances but,
all is lost to chance.
I know he's very small
In the arms of his mother.
Damage, damage.
I liked his face so much.
To be able to understand me
The decorations from my childhood would have to be known,
The breath of my brother who sleeps,
The resonance of my first agreements.
To be able to understand me
My nights would have to be known.
My dreams of love.
And then my long insomnia.
When comes the day,
With it the fear of facing the life.
It can be there to share with some
A happiness of which I have had my share.
Damage, damage.
I liked some landscapes so much.
To be able to understand me
It needs to be known
That I will not be able.
It would have to be liked more than me
And I will say to you
That I really do not believe in it.
To be able to understand me
It would be necessary to meet Love and meet truth.
For you to understand the great love.
Know that afterwards
All that is there will still live a day.

"I just need something to happen, I need a sign that things are going to change. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope! And in the absence of hope, I need to stay in bed a feel like I'm going to die today."

Writers are control freaks. With a pen in your hand, you feel unstoppable. There's no fear, there's no pain. You're ten-feet tall and bulletproof. And then you leave the study. And all that perfection, all that beautiful control, just falls to crap.

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

When the truth is ugly, people try to keep it hidden, because they know if revealed, the damage it will do. So they conceal it within sturdy walls or they place it behind closed doors or they obscure it with clever disguises but truth, no matter how ugly, always emerges. And someone we care about always ends up getting hurt. And someone else will revel in their pain and that's the ugliest truth of all.

I have often wondered what it must be like to be dead. If we still have the five senses working or if it is just that some of it is with you. If there is any memory left still or is it just the thot of it which is left behind. It must be a strange feeling I suppose..to see and not be seen, to hear and not be heard, to touch and not be felt.

At some point we all have to go through this, for some of us it is may be a difficult journey for some it will be easier. But whatever it is, in whichever shape or size one turns into, I think in the end its all about what you leave behind which matters the most.

The memories is all that remains.

Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.

Sometimes doing something is worse than doing nothing. But is doing nothing enough ever?

The Year of Magical Thinking

The truth is that it has finally happened. I have lost the will to write now. Maybe I have just accepted the fact that I wasn’t capable of writing as much as I wanted to. I tried and it just didn’t work out for me. Many of the things which haven’t worked out for me lately.

The problem I lies in the fact that I begin to believe in dreams which don’t exist. Things which have no basis begin to become the center on my world for some odd reason. A sorry state to be in I know. But is it wrong if that is what gives you happiness? Temporarily? I don’t know what permanent happiness is. or if there is a state as such as well. Maybe not.

My year of magical thinking has been a very long one. Longer still is this part which doesn’t seem to end. I think am being torn apart in being who I want to be and what I am. Dreams and hopes and aspirations are each so different now and so profound that I cannot deny them. But then too they’re all un attainable.

Setting goals was easy but it is very difficult to just stick with them. I don’t think am capable.

Easy Silence - The Long Road Home

When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind

Buses, cars and airplanes leavin'
Burnin' fumes of gasoline and
Everyone is running and I
Come to find a refuge in the

Easy silence that you make for me
It's OK when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Monkeys on the barricades
Are warning us to back away
They form comissions trying to find
The next one they can crucify

And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the

Easy silence that you make for me
It's OK when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quite you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Children lose their youth too soon
Watching war made us immune
And I've got all the world to lose
But I just want to hold on to the

Easy silence that you make for me
It's OK when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me

The easy silence that you make for me
It's OK when there's nothing more to say to me

And the peaceful quite you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Ruminations - Part 15

No-one likes to lose control, but for someone like me there's nothing worse. It's a sign of weakness, of not being up to the task. And still there are times when it just gets away from you. When the world stops spinning and you realize that your shiny little keyboard isn't gonna save you. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it's scary as hell. Except there's an upside to free-falling. It's the chance you give your friends to catch you.

Ruminations - Part 14

We all want to live in a fantasy world. Me a little more than others. But most of our fantasies resolve when we wake, vanished to the back of our mind, but sometimes we're sure if we try hard enough - we can live the dream.

In the fantasy world everything is simple. Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. That pain is bad, and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.

The Hanging

From BridalBeer's Blog:

""So he won't commit?" Asked Raunaq, his palm close to his chest, and an invisible gasp flew out.
"No."
"OK, then," he said, examining his nails, "Gift him a bra, and tell him to hang himself with it."

Rumination - Part 13

There are times when even the best of us have trouble with commitment, and we may be surprised at the commitments we're willing to let slip out of our grasp. Commitments are complicated. We may surprise ourselves by the commitments we're willing to make. True commitment, takes effort, and sacrifice. Which is why sometimes, we have to learn the hard way, to choose our commitments very carefully.

Umrao Jaan Ada

To say a book loses something in translation, would be an understatement in the case of Mirza Ruswa’s Urdu classic, The Courtesan of Lucknow (Umrao Jan Ada).

Here is a line from the book, one of my favorites so far:

"one ceases to long for something which one knows is out of reach..."