What happens when light stops moving?
What darkness lies behind it?
What energy is lost when movement is gone?
Is potential given away when inertia is put to a halt?
What do you see when photons refuse to budge?
When your eyes no longer receive the input they so freely now indulge.
How do you see, when the energy that makes movements and change grinds to a halt?
Does darkness creep in?
Will all life cease without light?
Or perhaps it will just simply change?
Maybe sight will still remain even without it?
Do we even depend on light at all?
When it stops, can we continue to exist?
Will all light grind to a slow and steady halt one day?
Will days even exist without it?
Questions...Questions...Questions...
In one night
Under pale moonlight
You caught my heart
With the tears in your eyes
What I then felt
I'd never forget
T'was a love I never knew
T'was a care I had only for you
When our hands met
After stories shared
When the end was met
But one regret, I had
Now much of me is lost
Empty when you're not there
How'd I live
When you weren't by me?
Every hug we share
Ever touch we spare
Burns in my mind
A memory I could never forget
All the songs you sing
With the times you prick my strings
You helped me soar
On the wings of a dream
Your smell lingers
Your words echo
Everything you do
Imprints in my soul
There is no doubt
You are my sunshine
My beautiful angel
The one I want for life
But only, for a night...
Protein: A word whose etymology leads back to the ancient Greek word "Prota".
"Prota" meaning "of primary importance".
They are the builders and catalysts. The movers and shakers of the realm of evolution. The pillars of the roof of life.
Proteins are the drones born from genes. They are responsible for reading and acting out the scripts of life written and mapped out within the long chains of genes.
Are proteins important in the building of life?
Are they of prime importance?
Can they still function without the instructions of DNA and genes?
If something of primary importance is reliant upon something else- as is the case for proteins- is it still the prime determining factor?
Or does it become secondary in nature?
The wolf's howl echoed into the night, finally reaching the intended ears of its master. Its call was one tinged with fear and despair.
The air hung heavy with a dark ominous gloom that seeped down to the bones, companied by the hellish red glow of the moon. All of it reflecting the evil scent of blood that seemed to permeate the world.
Another howl.
He snapped out of his dreamlike trance. The elf stood up on his perch, raising his ears to the call of his faithful companion. "I hear you dear friend."
He leapt off the boulder down onto the clearing and sped off into the trees.
Indeed something was afoot. A deafening silence suffocated the air. Neither frog nor cricket chirped. Owls did not hoot and the trees did not whisper. The only sound that broke the deathly quiet was the incessant howling of the wolf.
He sped through the trees silent as shadow and swift as a hawk. The call of the wild beckoned. The woods of
Vilsrough was in danger.
"Wait for me dear friend. I'm almost there."
He pulled out his holy symbol and chanted prayers to the lady of the woods. The symbol glowed a bright green, streaked with silver. The glow intensified to a brilliant white as his prayer ended.
He leapt into the trunk of a huge oak tree, disappearing into a magical portal. Upon the tree bark, was left a slight rippling mark. All that remained of his presence.
The wolf went silent as it sensed its master's approach. It loped down to a tree close by, circling around the tree impatiently.
He finally stepped out of the tree, leaving upon its bark rippling marks. The only sign of his spell.
The wolf snarled and stared up to the north, its nose scrunged and the hairs on its neck standing on ends. The elven druid's gaze followed. Miles away, dark clouds loomed.
"Something wicked this way comes. Warn our brothers dear friend. I see darkness approaching." The elf's eyes glazed over and silvery green glows enveloped him. Bones cracked and limbs contorted with loud sickly crunches as he slowly transformed.
Within moments a wolf stood proud where once was an elf. He grunted and set off at a run northwards. Meanwhile, his companion turned back and disappeared into the woods: Off to warn the denizens of the jungle.
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Sometimes I'm unfeeling
Or a little slow to understand
I know I'm not the coolest man
You'll ever have for a boyfriend
I hope you know though
That I really care
Even if another's there
To take my place when I'm unaware
I may be daft
To your worldly games
Buying in to all your claims
Deep down I know my dream's in flames
God alone knows how much you've hurt me. Only the rain could count my tears. You'll never understand though, cause you won't let me near. I gave you my fragile heart and you've just dropped it like a brick. It's okay. I'll just nurse my bleeding wounds all on my own.
As it should be. . .
How do you differentiate truth from lies?
A lie is an untruthful statement made to someone else with the intention to deceive. To lie is to say something one believes to be false with the intention that it be taken for the truth by someone else. - taken from www.Wikipedia.org
They say you could tell when someone is lying to you. Be it shifty eyes, a fake smile, limited hand gestures and other such things.
How true is that?
Common perceived signs of deception include:
-Lack of physical expressions with limb movements that tend to be close to the body and consuming less space
-Avoidance of eye contact
-Hands touching the face, throat and mouth repeatedly.Not to mention constant scratching of the nose or behind the ear
-Gestures/expressions that contradict what's been said
-Delayed and unnatural emotional reactions
-Using humor or sarcasm to avoid a subject
Can any of these signs be used?
Does lying invoke so much discomfort?
Perhaps not for all of us. So how do you tell when someone's lying to you?
How do you find the truth?
If tears were made of fire
And they could burn you blind
I've lost my sight
And now I'm no longer fine
If love was all it took
To make you cry
It's passing is all I need
Just about enough to make me die
If you was all I asked
For life to be fulfilled
Why is it when you've come and gone
I feel like I've been killed?
Love you, hate you. What's the difference?
Both hurts.
Is love worth the tears?
Can pain become an addiction?
Are bonds worth the trust
If you know in time they're bound to rust?
Why lie and cheat?
Need truth be hidden or twist?
Must you know anything at all
When lies are lovelier than the truths you found?
When does compassion break?
Is there a time when love turns to hate?
The fine lines between lovers
Can also be the deepest of depressions.
Why keep on searching?
What motivates our constant seeking?
If all you need is God
Why's companionship so well sought out for?
As harrowing as life can be
Many of us cling to it.
Why is this so?
Is there beauty?
Or is fear the grounding factor?
Is love the source of life?
Without it will we die?
Must we live with a smile?
Could death with a grin be defiled?
Is there bravery in this world?
Where does cowardice lead to?
Is knowledge all that matters?
Does control give you happiness?
Find the strength to live
Yet even if you do, will you find bliss?
Every question's nightmare
Is an answer that leads nowhere...
Where does my answer lead?
Would you feel guilty if you flattened an anthill?
Small insignificant lives. Ones that can in no way affect our existence. Do we ever give a care for them?
Mankind lives in a world where the only thing that matters to him is whatever affects him directly and lives within his monkey-sphere.
Why should he care if a couple of ants die? Why should it matter to him if a bunch of ants lose their homes? Absolutely no reason for him to give a care at all.
Yet, when you think back on it, even ants are alive too. Aren't they? They live breath and eat.
Flash back to the times of Prophet Solomon. Gifted with the ability to speak to all of God's creations be they man, beasts or Jinns.
"At length when they came to a (lowly)Valley of ants, one of the ants said,'O ye ants, get into your habitations lest Sulaiman and his hosts crush you(underfoot) without knowing it.'
So he smiled, amused at her speech: And he said,'O my Lord! So order me that I may be grateful for Thy favours, which Thou hast bestowed on me and on my parents, and that I may work the righteousness that will please Thee and admit me, by Thy Grace, to the ranks of Thy righteous servants.'" - Al - Quran
Even the smallest deeds of mercy shines bright in the eyes of God and the rest of His creations.
The tiniest of God's creations exist among us. They may seem but mindless drones to us, but tales of the Prophet Solomon says otherwise.
Which are we to believe? Are ants mere mechanations of organic form? Are they alive with thought and meotions?
Ever the merciful and just; Prophet Solomon spared the lives of these tiny little critters from the crushing feet of his marching army.
Would we, mere ordinary men go to such great lengths for mere ants? Or would we rather toy with them and torture their miniature lives?
So what if they suffer? Does it make a difference to us? Do we care?
Theirs may be lives that mean little to some of us. Question is, are there any lives that mean a thing to us besides our own?
Look at that ant hill. Does it make you feel sorry for God's tiniest of servants?
One thing
If I had to ask
I want you to remember
Only one thing
Not an object
Not a word
Not just a person
Just one thing
I want you to know
Neither us
Nor them
Nor we
Just that one
No more
Simply that
One simple thing
That isn't love
Which isn't faith
Not even power
Or grace
Just one thing
Which is dear
The one and only
I'll hold near
Just you my dear
Dear friend of mine. It's good to see you again.
***
Yes. Yes. It's been quite some time since we last met. How have you been?
***
Haha. You always weere quite the poet.
***
Oh me? I've been fine.
***
Oh? Nah. Nothing's on my mind. Just the usual.
***
Okok. Haha. I never could hide any secrets from you.
***
Haha. Indeed. And a dear friend you are.
***
Yes. I know. I could always turn to you. God knows how you do it, but you always seem to understand. Sometimes I wish I could do more for you.
***
Yeah well, you always came when I needed a shoulder to cry on. You always knew the right words to say to calm me down.
***
But you're the only one who'd shed a thousand tears for each of mine. You don't know how much that means to me.
***
Come now dear friend, I hear your every whisper of encouragement.
***
Really I do.
***
Though the sun isn't always with us, your presence is always welcome dear friend.
***
I should be the one thanking you really.
***
Not for the things you do. You being there is more than enough for me really.
***
But of course.
***
I'm addicted to you. You always manage to calm me down when my heart is in turmoil.
***
Yeah. I suppose so.
***
Haha. Once more, you've read my mind.
***
You know, sometimes, I wish that you'd never have to leave.
***
No matter. I don't mind the cold that accompanies us.
***
No. Your touch isn't at all cold. It is a most soothing touch upon my skin.
***
Oh. You have to leave already? Ok then dear friend. I'll see you again when I see you again.
***
No. I like you the way you are. No man or woman could ever understand me the way you do. Stay the same dear friend. Stay the same...
The two points in a singularity mark the beginning and the end. The steps in between matter naught for no matter where they go, they will always end up in the same spot. The singularity is a journey that folds in upon itself.
All things begin from a single point. They drop down from the heavens upon a single ray of light. Distance and time is then created upon the bleak background of singularity. A kind of variety born from unity.
A point that cannot be changed. A single point that builds upon itself. The singularity is the source of time and space. It is the mother of endlessness and limitless place. It marks creation as well as destruction. It is the state of all things complete and ended. Something independent.
What is the correspondence of a singularity?
How much space can a single point generate? How much distance can a journey cover when it all revolves around the same point?
Can you calculate the space in a single dot? Or find its point of origin? Imagine the entire universe compressed into a single speck. How can something so small unfurl so vast? Or did it even unfurl at all?
Are we merely trapped in one of the many invisible, intangible loops of a journey made upon a single dot?
The two points in a singularity are one and the same. Their pseudoexistence marks the beginning and the end of a cycle. They are the creation of the human mind that brings into being time, space and change.
Could we find peace without them?
There once was a child
Born from the sun
Youth set aflame
Amid the roaring fires of time
Stood he did proudly
Chest apuff in glory
To none would he bow
Stranded by ego unsavory
Unknowingly he consumed
Rotting away in fumes
Yet none saw him fading
In invisible shadows of his making
For like stars from whence he came
He was deteriorating just the same
A mortal flash of limited quantity
Approaching death in every tick
We all shine and bathe in the light of our own lives. Carry our hands high trying to impress those around us with brilliance only we could possibly emanate before our time is up. Yet the harder we strive, the bigger the obstacles that loom before our path. And the more we strain to achieve our dreams, the closer we bring ourselves to the brink of uncertainty.
But pride keeps us from falling. Our self-induced strength of certainty keeps us moving forwards. All the pan in the world could not stop us unless the source of our pride and ego is stomped out first.
And thus we've built for each and every person a bubble. Looking outwards in each individual light, and living a life haunted by shadows born off the essence of our lives.
Time will pass us by, and the bubbles we build will shrink bit by bit, till the end.
And all we can do is merely wear out the storm till we arrive at an ending, eating away at ourselves. Fighting a lonely battle at our own expensce. Combatting self-insecurities while trying to shine like a supernova.
Why?
It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid - George Bernard Show
A rare trait as it is, is sincerity a blessing or a curse?
Let us begin with the question of what sincerity is. What is sincerity?
Sincerity: Honesty. Genuine and lacking pretence.
But Man is a pretentius creature. Always living with at the very least a small degree of reproachable untruth.
There is always a dark secret you would wish to hide from the rest of the world. What would it be like for the world to know everything about you?
Every person in his/her right mind would refrain from sharing all their innermost secrets with the world. Who would be stupid enough to do such a thing?
If we took the time to stop and think how many of the secrets we have are there worth keeping and why?
Pause and think...
What would you be willing to reveal to them?
Dig up all that old dirt you keep in the closet. Your forgotten secrets and untold mistakes.
Had you been sincere and unpretentious; Had you not hidden any truths whatsoever, what would happen? My my. So many secrets.
Could you choose the level of sincerity at which you present yourself? Should you do so?
Then again, there are too different forms of sincerity.
Being true to your heart, your mind and your soul. Not to mention to the people around you.
Following your feelings. Listening to your instincts and emotions. Staying true to what you want. Had you done all the things you wanted to do with unbridled abandon, would that not be a true form of sincerity? Yes. Doing what you like when you feel like it. Falling in and out of love at your heart's whim. Making decisions based upon thoughts a fleeting. Following your gut instincts and morals. Not a care in the world beyound what you feel. No need for traditions, empathy or minding your manners and such. Just say what you feel.
Hate someone? Say it. In love with another? Say it.
Spilling out with all sincerity every single bit of truth that is in your heart. Is that what you would call a virtue? Or is it a curse?
It's as though all i could do
Was dream of you.
My nights and days spent
In déjà vu.
The hours, they never seem to end
Just ticking away.
And I find myself merely wishing
That you would stay.
God forbid our time
Pass us by.
I could never imagine living
Without you by my side.
Yet I know how empty
This dream is.
Watching you toy with me
In my bliss.
But my heart is too
Soft for you.
Never shouting and always hoping
These silent pleas will break through.
There you go again skitting
Away on my doubts.
There you go again hiding
Among the clouds.
My silent days and nights
Just pass me.
Watching you fly away
A bird so free.
Oh how easily you forget me.
There are those among us who hide in the shadows, unnoticed. Friends whose love bring bliss at times of great need. Whose support brought us to greater heights. Were these guardians given due thanks? Or did we forget them amid our hustle and bustle of everyday life?
It is easy to overlook silence. Sad to say the best of friends you could possibly hope for never ask for much. They'd shelter you under their wing and watch you grow.
What happens when you forget these invisible angels? Will you notice them when they're gone?
What is happiness? Can it be forgotten? How do you know if it is what you remember? How do you tell if it is or isn't there?
Laughters and smiles usually trail it. Tears sometimes accompany it. The elation when someone is drowning in it, is indescribable. Yet, what really brings about happiness varies greatly from person to person.
How do you define so broad a term? Is there any way to narrow down to one specific source of happiness which everyone can agree on?
Hmmm...
Is it...
Satisfaction?
Would satisfaction make you happy? If you were fully satisfied with the way things are in your life, could you live through to the end with a smile upon your face?
Could you do the same if you weren't satisfied with your life?
Then again, are smiles and laughter a good measurement for joy? Somehow I doubt so. Hmmm...
Psychological or emotional? Spiritual or mental? Is it meta-physical? Or perhaps its source is neurological? Maybe divine? Hmmm...
How do I understand this thing? This happiness?
Haha. One thing's for sure, I barely know this one emotion that so many people are absolutely fond of. Now how can that be so? Hmmm...
The date was fifth of May
A beautiful rose I met that day
At Tampines met for a very short walk
First time up close did we talk
There she was hair afray
No less lovely than a jay
A smile spread across her face
Bangles wrapped upon her wrist
Bands of black upon skin chocolatey sweet
Lovely she was to the eye
There was indeed no alibi
Garbed in black my scented rose
In ebony maybe but still she glows
After the meeting did feelings grow
As does your scent linger upon my nose
"Selekeh", that's what she said
Nonetheless to me she still looked great
Wonder did I how she must look
Dolled up with make up put
Her company did I enjoy
With our little jokes and little ploy
But fear I did for my princess
That my company was to her meaningless
And the day ended
With her friends she returned
My heart did mourn
That her presence is away and gone
I miss her
It Part 1
Sunrise marked the beginning of a brand new day.Fleeting songs of merry-making of the birds filled the forest air, coursing amid the gentle whispers of the trees and under the soft green glow of the forest canopy.
Yet deep under the peaceful surface of the world, within the millions of miles of underground tunnels and cavern networks thatspread out like the webbings of a giant arachnid under the surface of the forests of Arknia, there lurked an ancient, forgotten evil. One that hungered to devour the world above. One that wished to feed so desperately.
The beast longed to be free of the dank, cramped confusing halls of its prison. Eons it had spent searching for a way out, squeezing its way into every nook and cranny it could find. It had even resorted to clawing and digging into the walls in an attempt to escape. An act it would have deemed too lowly for one such as itself just mere ages ago.
But look at it now. Time had taken its toll on the monster. Once, a long long time ago, it had been a proud, intelligent all powerful lord over the realms above.
Now here it is, soiling its hands digging against cold hard earth trying to find escape. Crawling on hands and knees picking up whatever critters it came across upon the floor to feed on. Even scraping mould off the cavern walls at times when it could not find any nourishment within these lifeless caves.
Its hunger grew with each passing day. The endless need to devour all life was what kept it going. It hungered for food...It hungered for revenge...
to be continued...
Color me black
Dark
Eerie
Empty
Color me black
Black to touch
Hear
And see
Color me black
Fill me
Drain me
As you please
Time and again
Bring back the plain
A single color
All and the same
A tinge of grey
With a pinch of blue
A match of every color
Mix of every hue
Color me black
Make me full
Flood me with nothing
Fill me with a hole
Color me black
Paint me bad
Most misunderstood
Color most crude
In the end
Only one request
Won't you please
Color me black
A tool of perfection in the hands of the unskilled could never shine as bright.
A paintbrush could only create beautiful images in the hands of an artist. A chisel could only craft great form in the hands of a sculptor.
Can a tool compensate for a man's lack of skill? Does a man's ability and potential rely on tools given to him?
All men are born and raise with different gifts. Different forms of tools. Some of us are blessed with the gift of gab. Others are born sharp of wit. Others still grow to be strong and athletic.
No two men are alike. No two people work in exactly the same way. A unique fingerprint mix of talent and skill for every man.
Some excell in fields that others could only dream of. Award a man a tool to work with; still all he can achieve will only be determined by his own ability and strength of spirit.
A blunt knife could still cut as well in the hands of an able user. A sharpened knife merely makes the act that much more elegant.
As such, the tools we have are merely gifts to enhance and sharpen the abilities and skills we already have in our grasp. An extention; merely upgrades.
Much of what we've been given in our lives down here are merely tools to make life on earth more bearable.
Intelligence, charm, strength, endurance, riches, friends, family, love, hate, discipline, teachings, belief, toys, knowledge...And the list goes on and on.
All things in our lives are tools. Tools with a purpose. Tools that can help us if we put them to good use.
You may be an artist gifted with a brush or a sculptor blessed in the use of the chisel. When you are given the tools of your trade, you will shine bright as the sun.
But what happens when they swap brush and chisel? Would they be able to put these gifts to good use? Can these tools achieve their ultimate potentials in the wrong hands? Can their users reach the peak of their performances?
Had you been given a tool you know not its use, could you somehow learn to utilise it?
"The earth is full of signs for those who are certain. [51:20]
And within yourselves; Can't you see? [51:21] - Al-Quran
Knowledge. All that resides within our hearts and minds. Deep within our heart of hearts, all knowledge exists and deceit is totally dispelled.
How do you listen to its whispers amid the noise of thought?
The analytical mind is always screaming for attention. But it can only comprehend so much. What happens when it faces a truth that breaks away from its logic?
Knowledge flows and warps itself with the face of time. All things change. What is learnt can be unlearned and relearned. What's a truth today may become nothing more than a lie in the morrow.
The mind constantly tries to understand all things. But its knowledge only goes so far. It is above all things merely a vessel.
To know, you merely need to look deep within yourself.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of - Charles H. Perkhurst
The years that pass
Silently waving to dancing grass
Bring to light freshness
Born at the edge of dusk
The motions of peace
Usher in eternal life's lease
Stretching every second
While bringing closer the end
The loop of life's cycle
That echoes every ripple
Muddles the brighter days
Wrapping the mind in plays
Fret not the future
That wallows in dreams past
Drown in nights
Under pale moonlight
Find yourself swimming
In nights blanket's clinging
Given the fall into freedom
Wouldn't you jump in?
Eternal tranquility awaits
Inches away from blindness'wake
Up in the sky
Where nothings lie
What are you looking for?
Nothing
What do you want?
Nothing
Nature embalms those who learn
Leaving a hust of wisdom
What have you become?
Nothing
Seclusion draws the day away
Flooded lights upon canvas clay
Too bright
Longing for the dark
Fall asleep upon clouds
And dream never of flight
Gather yourself in thought
And merge the day and night
Turn the world gray
Live not unless you see
Yet die not unless you are blind
Shut your eyes
The turmoil will be gone
And peace will reign
The day men stop caring
And live hoping to die again
And in the end
When sunrise comes
You find in that night
You have learned
Nothing
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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