Disarray of Sometime

Some time to be ourselves,
naked souls and nothing to hide.
Speak, listen, forgive, forget, let go
Divulge, protest, deliberate, liberate
Learn, teach, praise, condemn, berate,
Express, accept, laugh, cry, let it all flow

Some time for realization
Some time to dig deep
Some time for what we've become
Some time for incertitude that begins to creep
The mesh that weaves us to regulations set by them
Some time to let ourselves disentangle and be free
Some time.

we..

a stream set free, supposed to find its own way
discover the virtues, recognize its plays
but They come, armed with swords and knives
shining with societal vindications and adjunct rules for lives
swept away from deep inside
the purpose is left blurred
the purpose that forever existed
the purpose that gets never discovered
fearful of strength to overcome the fear
fear gets strengthened and strengths disappear
the lines are drawn, and the stream treads the path they pave
a stream set free, and its way ?

Conspiracy

A Conspiracy.

Its building up.
The wish to get more than what you are entitled to.
The race to accumulate what is not yours.
The "system works this way" blame game.
The benchmarks set. Not of our own minds, but their shutters and others' achievements in the above race.
The Conspiracy of Conspirators unknowingly forcing them to be a part of the bigger it.

I can't see anyone drawing line on enough. Nobody seems to define what it is. Squeeze more is the name of the game.
The notion of elation is defined in terms of an elusive object without limits applied. Elation.. huh !.

Vicious circles don't end.

George Costanza's Words of Wisdom (Seinfeld)

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!?

I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, go collect all your super, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm! Amen."

small things

• trample dried leaves in a park, experience the crush
  
• stamp an empty cigarette pack on street, feel collapse
• the "much" needed break in bus journey and the bliss
• new shoes, any reflecting surface on the way, stealthy self analyzing glance
• dew on glass, magic wand called finger and works of art
• a child still in his own unknown world, his innocent smile
  
• measure walk on square tiles, a game between the two feet. equal the number of lines crossed by each, win
• hand taking the bite to your mouth, face of the stray dog standing there