Friday, August 25, 2006
During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or other. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life.
The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious. When a hand was used to shield one's face when frightened by a loud noise, something was being said, ...., and even when the hands were at rest. that too, was saying something.
Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one's lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be a gesture, not at all dissimilar, for Now I realise I was wrong to love you. These mistakes are heartbreaking. And yet because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they'd understood correctly.
Sometimes, these misunderstandings are desirable..
Because of he frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me.
from The History of Love..
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
it's been a night
oh man..
i'm not sure if i've shocked ya
i'm not sure of anything
sorry if there's negativity
it's the feelings that guided me
hope u are fine
Sunday, August 06, 2006
why did i feel so aloof
when i have so many companions
which at any time is by my side in spirit
wad's the reason?
i feel so unholy
so empty
purposeless in living
i've actually found this purpose of life
but yet ignored it and forsaken it 
that i turned myself blind and deaf again
into darkness where i dwell
dwell blindly, live blindly
like a limp person
i can't move on
and all these things
i searched for the root
the root is myself
in me there is a stirring of negative feelings
feelings without reasons
an induction which meant to poison me
and i din even tried to get out of it
but instead drift with it
and i became so lost
this warfare i'm having inside me
i'm losing
but now i tell you
that i've found the cause
and illuminates my purpose and life
i'll stand up and put up a good fight
and be a victor
no more behind the black veil
no more conceding to this negativity
no more burying my head in my thighs pathetically
reach out for this lamp
the light which fills me up
light which can fill the whole world
that no materials can
all in all
it's to look out from yourself
to God my saviour
as yet again
i roam around the streets
hoping that the wind can give me some answer
but no
loneliness and boredom
are so intense inside of me
just wanna idle
but the more i idle
the worse i feel
my spirit is weary
or perhaps there's no spirit at all
oh dun forsake me
or perhaps i'm forsaking myself
