Ramblings of a Mad Man

Fear says a lot about the man To strive to ignore it; Is but a fool's wish Fear creates solutions Fear negates lifelessness Fear is white Fear shouldn't let you lose sight Fear writes stories for the man To strive to erase them; Is nothing but a leash Fear colors living Fear is black Fear is the color we almost always lack Fear shouldn't be a negative. Look at it closely; and you'll know it is a source of immense inspiration. Fear is a direct consequence of the the unknown. You almost usually fear something you don't have a solution for. Think about it. What do you do when you fail your exams? I do not know. What if I my loved ones pass away? I'm not sure what I'd do. What if I lose my "first" job? I don't know what I'd do. What if I die? Oh well, just be glad you cease existing and your ability to brood ends with it. Don't you see? Fear is one of those things that motivate us.  Fear is what keeps us going.

Did you start from zero? Do you KNOW what's it like to be so Did you stand shoulder to shoulder? Do you know what it feels like beyond the yonder? Where do you first see? Do you see it on the walls? Or do you see it at the fences Do you see the demons merciless Or the civilians defenseless The wind blows through the void Passing through is what we often avoid Did you start from zero? Do you know what it's like to be so? I just wrapped up an interesting conversation with an "Indian" who is of the opinion that our next door neighbours are the promulgators of violence. The question that leads us to is, "Do we paint the same color on the canvas?" Would you empathize with the scores of innocent kids who lost their lives in the Peshawar school shootings? Or would you choose to empathize with the kids and "their families" who lost an important piece in their very human existence? Who do we blame? Do we blame the commoners who'

Memoirs of days gone by We were children...you and I A drawing of us dotted by stars Tainted by who we are The sound of our laughter Of me and you Like us can certainly be Only just a few With the ebbs and flow Of a violin and bow Like us certainly can be Only just a few so Will you look into the mirror And see a smile in the glass Will you look into the mirror And see a lovely lass This tempest is bold But would you be sold? And if all else should fail Should we set sail? We so often forget what makes us human...We fall in love; but do we know what we'd do when we hit that stone wall? Love thrives on validation of emotions. It requires nurturing...It requires you to inspire the other...It requires you to remind the other about how unique "They" are...How unique "Us" is... Yet there are times when being a source of strength does not just does not do enough to anchor the very person you'd want to have waking up next to you every