Music and Lyrics

i watched a very enlightening movie the other day. It was called music and lyrics starring Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. In the movie, Drew was Sophie and she said an interesting line to Alex (Hugh) which went something like- "melody's like the first impression, but lyrics is like getting to know someone, their personality and character, the true meaning."


Alot of people listen to music just through the first minute and change the song once the melody sounds borring or unattractive.. Just like in real life, we judge an individual based on their first impression and appearance, whats on the surface without even getting to know their true nature, their lyrics.
Ive done that too with music but then i go back to the song and listen to it again and many a times it became my favourite song and i wonder to myself "wow,how could i have missed such a great song?" likewise, imagine how many great people we may have missed just because we assumed and judged... take some time, to know the real person behind the melody. because the melody may sound average but the meaning and words behind the song may be priceless.


Gentle streams that flow,
As I lean against your door.
The quiet music I hear
Filled with endless sadness and fear.

I’m just another writer,
Trapped within my truth
I strive to be a fighter
But I’m running out of youth.

The musics starting to fade,
But my words remain
So don’t judge what I’ve said
Cause its starting to stain.

I dedicate this song to you
as the words melt my heart
Hoping you feel this too
Before we ever depart.

Fear

its been awhile. i guess i tried to drown out the sound of unnecessary thoughts. lets talk about things that strike me. Fear.

when i think fear, i think of phobia's. then when i google phobia's i get an endless list of phobia's from phobia of heights to fear of something as strage as long words. then i ask myself. what causes these fears? what are we afraid of? people? objects? emotions? uncertainty? hm. lets elaborate about uncertainty. i believe this is one of the biggest fears we all have.we stress, we fret and are compelled into anxiety over uncertainties. questions like 'what happens if..?' i guess for me im more of the 'carpe diem' person. sieze the day! because our lives are so brief. Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.

I know its easier said then done. but you know, we should put a leash on our fear before it gets out of hand, before it takes over our lives and destroys the 'could have beens' and 'if only's'.

but in the end, at the end of the day. its so hard to change. dont be afraid. i dont know what to say anymore. its more complex than that... if you're different, are you special? or abnormal? what is abnormal? its subjective, just like everything else in this world. nothing has a true and accurate definition...

i sit and stare

at this room so bare.

with lights so dim,

i could barely catch a glimpse.

a candle that flickers

through the wind that tickles.

im sinking through this ocean.

like some paralytic potion.

if only. if only. if only's...

perhaps theres still a glimpse of hope.

Some Hearts

i havent posted this year yet. so lets make this a new year post! i just watched Bride Wars. i think it was pretty hilarious and cheesy but nonetheless, applicable to life. very.
btw, my title reminded me of Carrie Underwoods song, 'some hearts' listen to it if you have time.

lets make this post more personal.

im a person that thinks alot. im sure most of you would have deduced that by now. i have conversations going on in my head constantly. its like a courtroom actually. (i dont belong in the asylum. not yet.lol) aparts from that, im also very stubborn when it comes to certain things. i want to prove my point right. i keep holding onto things until they hurt me and still refuse to let go. i dont believe in fate because i know that i can change things. since my minds on a running spree, and its a new year, i shall just start my flow of thoughts.

how many times have u hit a dead end,in anything. and u just want to curl up into a ball. everything u see and hear, u relate it to yourself. you wonder how long it would take before that pain or numb feeling disappears. u try every method. past methods that used to work, but it fails. u plant hope in yourself like a tree, but it feels like the soils been dried up. the tree withers again and again. yet you continue to tell yourself that there must be an antidote.
how far would you go for people that you so call 'love'? would you go as far that it will hurt? is that a sacrifice or you just being plain stubborn? i have too many questions in my head, yet my hipocrisy shouts in my head "understand only to the extent of what is capable of being understood." io want to, but i cant. the laws of mankind, how restrictive. ah, im speechless, believe it or not. just speechless.

If i could,
I would.
If there were possibilities,
I would take the chance.
If there was a race,
I'll run it to the end.
If dreams came true,
I would slumber forever.
If there was just a hint,
I would search its entire existance.

If i could
I'll reach into my heart,
tear off bits and pieces
to patch up any scars or cuts
on ur heart
so that it shall be whole,
The pain ceased,
The turmoil quenched,
Complete once again.








emo much? life has its emotional moments. we're creatures made from abundant emotions.

An Expression of Hope

You know, i have been editing this post non stop to figure out the right terms of expression that i wish to pass across. and i think im finally able to say what i want to. it links over to a previous post.We often yearn reassuarance and credit. thats what i have noticed, we thrive on it. thats our item to enable our daily survival. whether it be reassuring ourselves or compliments by others. it gives us hope, it gives ur courage to live on just to reach that next new day. we often underestimate the power of our expression, we think to ourselves "what can my words do?" in fact what can your words not do?

At first, i used to think self expression was the most important. grasping the power to use it. Then along the way, i felt that it would be so much better if we never spoke. i felt that at times people are emotionless walls with concrete minds and stoned hearts. if the world could revolve just by you knowing what i think. psychics in other words. therefore, there would be no need for speech or expression of any form. But, as time passed i soon realized that hearts were given for a reason, our speech plays such an important role in our lives. it sows the seeds of reassurance that sprouts self confidence for a brand new day. and as 'concrete' some of us may feel others may be at times, i believe when you say something that comes from the heart, it breaks through that tough outer layer,to the heart and soul within. touching what lies within that lays fragile and cold... the words can be like warmth, a priceless gift on a cold winters day...


I followed the wall
Solid and concrete it stood tall.
I remembered a time where i walked,
Strolled with my own two feet.
but now i have sunk,
Sunk into lonesome shadows.
Crawling within darkness,
one hand holding my stick,
the other my prayer for hope.
i staggered, barely,
on a neverending journey,
unaware of my destination.
uncertainty. that was it.

One day like no other,
a man uttered a sentence altogether.
"He who does not hope to win
has already lost."
With that the walls shattered,
through the tiny cracks,
the light shone in.
warmth was all i felt,
the thing that i most needed.
A simple sentence that gave me courage,
that gesture that gave me hope,
the expression that made me feel loved
and the feeling of passing on this gift
to whoever that walks by.

Voids & Cuboids

Today,i was feeling like time was in abundance so i went through all that ive wrote. quite a journey it was for me. interesting though i must say. Respecting ones point of view. dont u reckon thats important? i think its vital and the lack of it causes so much destruction.

My analogy. i learnt from a wise friend. the world is like a cube. people in this world can be depicted as 6 right-angled pyramids. the 6 pyramids come together to complete the cube. however,the different orientations in which the pyramids come in to form the cube symbolizes different point of views; personalities of different people.

Significance? it makes us realize how important all our insights and ideas are no matter who the individual. shooting down other peoples ideas isnt the best option. For who is to decided if the idea is right or wrong? human beings arn't perfect. our ideas are based on multiple circumstances. who gives you the right to say i grew up in an environment better then you? its subjective. do you realize what happens when you shoot an idea down? you not only hurt a persons feelings, but also break their spirit...

Hold the world within thy hand,

grasp concepts of many lands.

open your eyes

open your ears

and realize the beauty,

of things yet unseen.

Choose

Random accumiliation of thoughts. thats what i should start calling my blog. but then again,hey thoughts are thoughts. the're subjective, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder...

Emotional rollercoasters. ups and downs. a boat on the waters... mundane. wind picks up, wind stops. postive, negative.

lets talk about, friendship? that sounds good. why is it so common? simple. no mans an island? definitely. many fishes in the sea? hm. new friends shine like silver,but old friends are solid gold? maybe. old friends. whats the definition in that? a person that i knew 3 months ago to a person i knew today,the 3 month one would be considered old. right? wrong? i dont know. freindship is like a single mind divided to two bodies. thats what i believe.

The bible. why do people believe in a religion. hope? hope drives along. motives and reasons. a person with no reason to live tends to take their lives for granted. whats bad about beliving in God? what do you lose? much? or just your ego. ego that your righteousness and goodness is challenged by something more supreme? or that you're capable of making mistakes and life aint always perfect?

why have i asked so many questions? because i know how imprtant they can be sometimes. when we want an answer to a question. instant gratification. thats a practice that has been seeping into our soceity. anyways, we choose. many question have no answers. taking the road less taken, taken the road more taken. its your choice. and choices arnt wrong or right. Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right! so put ur faith in what you most believe in and you'll be surprised at the possibilities you can create...

Within each of us lies the power of our consent to health and sickness, to riches and poverty, to freedom and to slavery. It is we who control these, and not another. ~ Richard Bach

I looked to the skies,

they turned pale.

I looked to the river,

it turned brown.

I looked at the mountains,

they faded away.

I hungered and cringed.

i looked to the dumps

and it turned to a banquet.

Grasping the Concept

Today i thought.


Today i felt.



Today i shivered.



Today i clenched.



Today i yawned.



Today i ran.



Today i questioned.



Today i answered.



But above all, today I managed to ask only to the extend of what is capable of being understood.

Beautifully Comprehended

Enlighted.. ive been thinking. and wondering. this world. haha. i think too much. but thoughts can build a nation. a man can kill thousands with his hands but millions with his mind. thats what i feel. and,i realize that no matter how different we are,theres always some minute similarity between us all. ultimately would be the little burning senasation we label as feelings. that little spark within that we cant comprehend so in turn, make it more realistic by branding it. i shall warn you,this post is going to be extremely random and simply a "plomp" of thoughts,pile i mean.more personal i would say.. . the human life is like the stock market. it follows an up and down slope. as we all know,financial down times draw near. i believe that we drop in order to bounce higher,yes something ive said beofre years ago. our thoughts are just a huge ball of yarn. one view,but a thousand threads that follow on many paths.


I found a ball of yarn when i was a kid,and used to use my fingers to find out where it led,but eventually it got lost when it went towards the centre,the next day,a new thread interest me to follow.at that time the thought of it only being ONE never crossed my mind. then one day,the knot that held it together came off and free it went.n i realized it was one whole string. like the thoughts that spin through our buzzing head each day. one single source,preceived as a thousand thoughts different from every angle as we try compress and comprehend it. thats what happens when u try to squeeze something of that impossible lenghth into our minds (back then,my head was tiny and the length of it in comparisson to my head was a vast difference.) whats the point of saying this? none. i dont. just another act of trying to comprehend something thats too impossible.

We humans,as i said earlier are different but hold similarities,and no matter how tiny the fragment of similarity,it draws us closer like strong magnets. but narrow mindedness starts questioning if similarity can be so real if language and colour vary with such contrast.thats what brought in one of the worlds greatest enemy. being judgmental. and guess what? the synonym of judgmental is subjective. and one of the definitions of subjective is 'Existing only in the mind; illusory.' thats what happens when we judge something or someone,we create an illusion for ourselves that act like a wall. why? because we fear the reality. and? and we cant comprehend mystery. so we simply label them. we humans believe only what we want to believe.

Whats the point of me saying all of this? i dont know. thats true. BUT one thing rings in my head day and night. The world is imperfect,thats why its beautiful in every thought and manner, just beautiful.

I dipped my hands in cool waters,
ripples passed through my shadows.
the moon shook and the stars wavered.
within this well captured the entire sky,
only in an instance.
but the sky was merely a tiny window,
window of a house called universe.