Kenshō

Kenshō Aug 2014

I want to tell you how beautiful you are.
This isn't dependent on your clothes or car.
Not dependent on your grades or how much you were paid.
This is shown through your altruistic understanding.
That every man and woman is here standing.
No one can fly, no one can breathe underwater.

I'm done with the *******.

You are ALL beautiful, and I LOVE you all.

hi

#love #sister #human #brother

Kenshō Aug 2014

Skipping Time

Another week passed.
Could I wait long
enough for the past?
Would it pass me by?
I could hold it and try.

To work through
something
as hollow as a sigh.
I'd be fine for now-
Confined by a lie.

hi

#depression #pain #time #dark

Aug 2014

The Unbeliever

I knew a man

Who would shrug off being alone
Like rain
Is that the difference between
Having a father and not?
Or just being able to ignore it?

Kenshō Aug 2014

Ample Reason

When a war goes on for too long,
Of what started it,
the parties will forget about.

This is an excellent time to figure out.
Why the hell you are fighting.

If the mind has proceeded,
Passed a certain point,
Realize that there wasn't
a point..

hi

#love #war #peace #kindness #destruction #metta

Aug 2014

Ilakiya Kasinathan

A Withered Rose

Yesterday
I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
But today,
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Francis.
Because,
Today
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
For
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!

- A Withered Yellow Rose.

#happy #people #rose #colour #perceptions #enjoy #wanted #withered #fragrance #strewn

Aug 2014

Shruti Atri

Judging the Cover

To be beautiful
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?

Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...

I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!

Inspired by Penny Dreadful. A dialogue read...'To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn't it? The lassitude of the perfect woman, the languid ease. The obeisance. Spirit trained, anemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.'
This had me thinking...

#beauty #assumptions #musings #wistful #itstheirfault