It’s a house of cards.
Kings of wealth, Queens of beauty and cunning Jacks,
With Aces so capable, calling the shots in the racks.
An ordinary number is just another waiting in the move,
The poor thing is a tremble, when its all push and shove.
The bets are high and the calling loud,
All numbers want to pass in the Kings shroud.
The Kings and the Aces keep their own company,
A number is ordinary and just too many.
Then there is the Joker, looking like a fool,
Laughing silly, sitting out of the duel.
The rating is precise and causes quite a ruffle,
Till the time the pack gets another shuffle.
It’s a house of cards alright, but never a home,
A slight breeze and its all over and blown.
With Aces so capable, calling the shots in the racks.
An ordinary number is just another waiting in the move,
The poor thing is a tremble, when its all push and shove.
The bets are high and the calling loud,
All numbers want to pass in the Kings shroud.
The Kings and the Aces keep their own company,
A number is ordinary and just too many.
Then there is the Joker, looking like a fool,
Laughing silly, sitting out of the duel.
The rating is precise and causes quite a ruffle,
Till the time the pack gets another shuffle.
It’s a house of cards alright, but never a home,
A slight breeze and its all over and blown.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
All Alone.
“Alone”. This is a terrifying word, and an even more intensely terrifying situation. Its a situation from which one is constantly trying to keep distance.
In fact all action from an individual viewpoint seems to be in direct relation in keeping oneself away from this loneliness.
How would fear hold its meaning without loneliness? The fear of loss is in itself based on ultimately being lonely. All activity revolves around the individuals swing of loving/being loved to being alone. Physical proximity or not, a connection is still required.
Why do what we do? What is right, what is wrong?
Don’t we in reality keep the company of righteousness out of fear of loneliness arising out of fruits of sin and guilt?
Why do we search love? What is it in love?
A fullness, completeness. But in the run away from loneliness, towards love; the completeness just seems like a mirage that is just a little further up, but still out of reach.
To run or not to run?
Is the search for love, compounding the intensity of loneliness?
What if this swing between loneliness and love stops? What would that be? True love? I don’t know.
Who am I?
The one company I actually am most fearful of is my own. I fear my own self the most. And that is called alone. But am I the only real company of me? Then what is left to seek? I wonder.
What is this world?
Is it a hallucination? Am I running after people, objects and pleasure to keep myself in a drugged stupor, away form my own self?
In fact all action from an individual viewpoint seems to be in direct relation in keeping oneself away from this loneliness.
How would fear hold its meaning without loneliness? The fear of loss is in itself based on ultimately being lonely. All activity revolves around the individuals swing of loving/being loved to being alone. Physical proximity or not, a connection is still required.
Why do what we do? What is right, what is wrong?
Don’t we in reality keep the company of righteousness out of fear of loneliness arising out of fruits of sin and guilt?
Why do we search love? What is it in love?
A fullness, completeness. But in the run away from loneliness, towards love; the completeness just seems like a mirage that is just a little further up, but still out of reach.
To run or not to run?
Is the search for love, compounding the intensity of loneliness?
What if this swing between loneliness and love stops? What would that be? True love? I don’t know.
Who am I?
The one company I actually am most fearful of is my own. I fear my own self the most. And that is called alone. But am I the only real company of me? Then what is left to seek? I wonder.
What is this world?
Is it a hallucination? Am I running after people, objects and pleasure to keep myself in a drugged stupor, away form my own self?