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Wanderlust
From the origin of the soil to
Far off yesteryears, her
Travels have been confined to
Places in her mind; The
Destination where she seeks
Solace and yearns to apparate to.
Magical mist and surroundings
So pure, await their
Arrival, yet they remain
Bound and asphyxiated within
The jungles of concrete masses,
Wanderlusting
Forever and again, their souls
Brimming with dormant zeal
Tracing their every move as an
Aura of stress envelopes their
Rusty halos and unnecessary
Compulsion causes Pain.
Unknown, they lie everyday,
And somewhere in the process,
If their minds do not soothe and
Heal, soon a fragment of their
Fragile hearts will
Die and then perhaps,
Wander across the Universe.
x EdgyShark x
Sisterhood of Travelling Blasts
I have the worst headache in the history of headaches, or so I think. Except, well, now I feel like it’s some kind of a hangover, but I didn’t even drink anything last night. At least I should have, and then it could have been justified.
But I think I know what I have.
It’s called. “I miss my sisters and all the fun we had” syndrome.
L-R: Vanessa, Blair, Jenny, Serena
I’m hungover from all the amazing times we shared last week.
Here’s to all the past-present-future Gossip Girl blasts, to Kamil and Bush’s shaky future (:P), to the dancing and the wild music (On & On & On & On!), the fun, the late nights and staying awake talking, the punching and hitting each other, the tears, the random crazy sentences, the “Im gonna miss you’s!”, the boots, the beers, the “DO NOT LET ME TOUCH THE HOOKAH” and there you go with a puff(!), the fainting and the feeling dizzy ( I think it was all the attention we were receiving from the other species 
), the bitching and the all the glamour.
I love you girls so much and I don’t care how much we might kill each other, but we’ve got to spend some time living together !
x EdgyShark x
Chessboard of Divine Fantasies
Have you ever wondered how a chess board might be something that depicts life in its true form? The various pieces form a part of the world, and it doesn’t matter what day or age we survive in. The fair get the first chance and apartheid prevails. Each piece moves well, protecting itself from the war waging in front of it, and at the same time, trying to please everything else around it.
Two colors, two sides; a contradiction. Like matter and antimatter.
Because everything has an opposition, another side to it.
The King standing high and mighty, guarded by everyone else, will do anything to not let himself lose. Much like the princes and kings in the olden days, much like the dominating and powerful that rule the commercial and corporate world today. His Queen looks on as he plays his Pawns and Rookies away, gambling them without a care, in order to keep himself from losing the battle.
He tries to then absolve himself of his sins by making his subordinates pay for his wrongs. Criminal acts committed by virtue of being a source of mere repentance. An actor on the stage, living in a world of pretense and false joy. He believes in something, yet stands ground on the color of the cause of the revolution.
The Queen doesn’t utter a word. She knows that she is but another jewel in her King’s crown. Afraid to let loose her voice and ask for a change, she goes on as he wants her to, knowing fully well that his mind isn’t even with her. He is in the cave, amusing himself with material aspects, yet she holds on because she knows that at the end of the day, he will come back to her; either dead or alive.
The Rooks form a different form of humanity altogether. Many of them involved with the all mighty, waiting to be given special orders to carry out. Wandering the alleys at night with one hand on their pistols, they will do anything to survive because they know that they are the King’s right hand men, and they will be treated with care come what may.
The King so humble during the day with his subjects;
The same King “holier” by night.
One wrong move could put them in his bad books and be the end of them. What happens then to their families who live by with false notions of them providing justice to the world with professions that have a service motive?
The Bishop believes in the power of religion and has made many attempts to convert all those around him into believing the same. He has been through this ordeal throughout his life. Yet, standing on that alternate square, he makes his own moves, and with every move he thinks to himself whether he is doing right, or not quite right at all.
That same Bishop, a moral example for society on the outside. On the inside, he is simply a man trying to get God to forgive him for all the sins that he has knowingly and secretively committed. For being a Bishop has given him his sense of power. His fellow beings view him as a component of God, worship him, listen to him.
And he, by night, blends into them. He creeps into the depth of the night and gives in to all that he is against. A hypocrite, like all the others.
The Knight has sworn his allegiance to the powers around him. He has taken it in his stride that it is his duty to protect everyone. Yet, he jumps across the barricades and finishes of whoever he can. No, it doesn’t matter to him who he is killing, as long as he is doing that, he has been promised a standard routine.
The Pawns are played along in the game like no other. There is no hope for them because they have no choice but to do what they are told to. They have nothing to fall back on, and getting wiped off the board would seem better than to live on a strenuous life without even possessing the basic amenities.
And, an enemy line captured can bring back every other piece but a Pawn. Because who would want the incrementing size of humanity to increase ever more?
Ruthless and fascinating, the stark world we live in, changing with every move of error and brilliancy.
x EdgyShark x
Friction
The soles of your feet are one of the prime aspects of your being, aren’t they? If not for them, you wouldn’t be able to grace your presence on this heavenly abode. If not for them, you wouldn’t have been able to walk through the sands of time, if not for them, you’d have nothing to fall back on.
It’s the friction that makes your life dynamic.
Your feet. They touch the ground and bring you into contact with the inner confines of the planet; they help you connect with the supreme tangible element of the universe, the soil, the earth. There is no God but within yourself, and the sooner you bring yourself to believe that, the better it will be.
I find it funny, almost ironic when people say “Why are you touching your feet to that book?” Of course, not on purpose, accidentally. Today, it gave me some food for thought when an irate classmate went quite haughtily “You’re touching my bag with your feet.” I apologized for no reason, and mentioned that it wasn’t done deliberately.
Yet, that got me thinking. Why is it that people do not like when you touch your feet to something? It’s merely because they feel that the feet are the dirtiest and most unclean parts of a person’s body. Figure something, what if you changed your perspective? Nothing’s wrong, yet there’s a great deal that’s grey.
There’s no propagation present here, if there is, then it’s merely your thought process and not my influence. It’s not wrong to touch your feet to something without knowing. It doesn’t matter. Books are knowledge, I agree, but they’re only coming in contact with the other most important entity that’s giving you a connection to the tinted universe.
Feet are the most beautiful part of your body, and a little respect is the least they deserve. It’s the scraped and most worked up things in life that make it worth living. Those wrinkles and skin coloured scars just make them worth admiring even more.
Like the ripples of a wave, they soften at the touch of prolonged water.
So tough, yet so sensitive.
x EdgyShark x
Yet Another Night
Another dark night, she sat there waiting.
Her hair perfectly in place, the best clothes on. Time was of no essence. Because she lost all track of the ticking clock and now waiting had become like a coexistent feature.
In her eccentric existence.
x EdgyShark x
Blah Alert
You know that feeling when you work your butt off and feel like you get no results?
Yeah, it’s been happening for over a week now.
x EdgyShark x
Don’t Miss Me
You know why you make memories?
So that when you’re not with the people you want to be, you can think about them.
But don’t you think that might make matters worse at times? It depends on how you take it, but then, does it depend on that at all?
x EdgyShark x
Plant Strawberries Not Bombs
And this is just another way of saying Make Love Not War.
Life gives you lemons, and what do you do? Cut them up to be able to suck out the sweet juice from within its confines. How many of us actually sit back and just look at the lemon and give it time enough to just let it be?
You can take out a million analogies from everyday life pertaining to this fact. And only one thing remains at the end, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, just be sure to live in the present and be able to feel the cool breeze sway past your cheek.
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
x EdgyShark x
