A Riddle

I linger longer.
I spread faster.
I can destroy anyone infected by me.
I elicit curiosity.
I am famous.
I am searchable despite minute.
I am very powerful.
When I infect you, you can’t see me.
When I infect others you can see a magnified version of me.
I am like a tattoo.
I stay.
I can label people.
I can crash people.
I can kill people.
Just a small dose of me can do all these.
Why settle for greatness and success when I can prevail longer and faster?
I
am
MISTAKE!

8 Oct 2017

No one, even I, didn’t think that,
This is how the puzzle would look like.
Pictures looked whole from afar.
But broken when closely examined.
It didn’t make sense.
I couldn’t comprehend.
You couldn’t either.
I almost forgot how we were almost a happily-ever-after.
I couldn’t remember.
The nights and days were spent to feel.
Those gruesome thirst for the water of knowing.
A seldom episode that truth kills.
Very rare occasion that it is a poison!

On shaming

We are all imperfect. We ,at some point in our lives, had embarrassing public experiences that we all just want to forget. We may have accidentally shove people while rushing, or may have raised our voice on someone because of self-defense. Right? Would you appreciate it if someone just recorded that incident alone without even asking for why or how did the situation started then, circulate it online, just like that? No, right?

What happened to us? We now have this culture of shaming other people for what? For the sake of trending? Or getting famous? Or earning some money from it? Or to acquire sympathy from people we do not even know? I do not know. We all have our own motives. I just hope our motives are of greater value because it can destroy another human being’s life.

We do know that if there is really an injustice somewhere, we could bring our stories and recordings in respective avenues and government agencies. Right? Harassment isn’t tolerable, I know. These recordings are evidences. Meaning, people have to undergo trial before being judged. What are we doing now? Judging someone without trial? Destroying someone’s name and reputation without any knowledge on how exactly the events turned out to be like that?

Because of incidents like this, some of these people are being terminated from work, are being socially ostracized, are receiving threats and couldn’t anymore feel safe and at peace. They have kids , mom and dad and siblings who now, are being dragged into a messy place, as well. Who deserves to be a prisoner outside of prison? No one.

Online, these people are victims too. It is just sad to see, how fast shaming articles, videos and photos are being circulated and how it is even encouraged. I feel that this is also considered bullying.

How do we teach our children forgiveness if we, ourselves, just keep on complaining about a particular race or person online who accidentally pushed us in a crowded bus? Simple incidents that could have been resolved then and there, except we decided just to record it and embarrassed the other human being. Tarnish their reputation online? With this kind of culture, we are planting hate and a lot of prejudices. Eventually, forgiveness will become scarce. We will all just keep on shaming each other.

In a smaller scale, back-stabbing is also something like this.

Can’t we all just talk things out anymore?

These are forms of bullying! And Bullying is never ok.

P.S.

I know, I haven’t been a victim of any major incidents yet. I can sympathize on those who have been and those who have resorted into internet shaming for help. I know that through the internet, we all are given voices, to share and be heard. It is faster to do so too. But, I’m also sending some sympathy to those whose lives have been destroyed because of internet shaming…..

I feel sorry for humanity. I really do. =(

Ooops!

You destroyed her limbs because you thought it’s diseased.

The pain you have caused her was unbearable.

Huh, she will not grow her limbs back.

She will develop wings.

She will soar high.

And oh, she forgot to tell you,

FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!

Swipe

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Simplicity of exists, Door in an alley in Marrakesh, Morocco, Feb 2017

Her mom and dad met through a friend.
In her mom’s dormitory, her dad was beguiled.
He never let her go from then on.
They knew what love meant in their twenties.
By choice or by circumstances,
They decided to stick through happiness and hardships.
That was the norm.
To see what was good, choose, decide then commit to the decision.

Fast forward, thirty years later,
People rely on visual cues and finger’s movement,
To gamble,
Emotions at stake.
Overloaded with choices, to decide seems absurd.
Choosing and standing by the decision seems to be a stupid mistake.
It breaks hearts, families, sometimes sanity.

The norm is no longer to stick through happiness and pain.
It has become, to run away as fast if his hair isn’t what she expected,
Her breasts aren’t as perfect as in the photos,
He is into computer games.
Her movement in bed doesn’t feel right.
He doesn’t drive her dream car!
She doesn’t drink, and dance and party!

Superficial reasons become grounds to race to the exist door.
Selecting by eliminating seems to be the perfect method.
The problem is, choices are abundant.
In the ocean of faces and graces,
How and why would one still choose?
Trial and error and error and error.
Right doesn’t exist anymore.
It’s all just mistakes!
Stupid human mistakes!
Tiny weaknesses viewed as enormous barriers!

Stability of friendship and ambiguity in commitment.
Design of the future became the reality of today.
Traditionals break the most.
Conformists enjoy.

Kisses, goodbyes.
Touch and go.
Trial and error.
Enter and exit as fast as one could.
Wrong, they aren’t.
Love is universal.
Be it commited or not.

But reality remains, that in this framework,
Despite it’s beauty and convenience to most,
It hurts a few.
That one percent in this vast ocean of choices.
Could probably be counted by human’s ten fingers
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two,
Me!

I was wrong for him.
Whilst I thought he was right for me!

I swiped right!
He just LEFT!

Focus : Self

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Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco, Feb 2017

Peripheries ignored.
Focused on it only.
This thing has launched thousands of arrows,
Hurt a thousand, killed hundreds.
It started a war inside itself.
Defending itself against the defenseless.
Waging something unstoppable inside,
Yet displacing it to those who can’t fight outside.
It’s self-destructing and it’s tagging everyone along!

Enemy

50

Around Marina Bay Area, Singapore, 9 March 2016

 

In the arms of death,

Possibilities are as clear as a starless night.

Space’s dark enough to start something fresh.

Time’s long enough to stitch melodies, tones and crests

Tears are never-ending, hydrating the soil that was long time dried.

Evil talks, like poetry, circling around.

Half of the body’s buried to the ground.

Pinch of hope is fear-eliciting.

Small dot of light turns to line then figure.

May enhance or absorb all sorts of vigour.

Life or death can not be predicted.

In the arms of death, the enemy.