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Illusion/Reality

Posted by Kaleidoscope on July 27, 2006

Written by: Ayya Copyright © 2006

Fresh scents, voices
With drumbeats mixing sounds
Everyone seemed joyous around
Candles burning their souls out
Flames swaying to your smile-
The only visible smile

Regardless of the crowd
Last night you were mine
Soul and body totally mine
And if I was to believe in heaven
Then
You must have been the Divine

Time bade us its farewell
Gradually stripping to light
But no one seemed around
Only your smile
Only your words
Only your weary eyes

Only heartbeats
Soaring to cloud nine
And suddenly struck
With canons on Lebanon
And dropped in my lap
A bleeding heart

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Philosophy

Posted by Kaleidoscope on January 26, 2006

Written by Ayya Copyright © 2006

What is the difference between “Right” and “Wrong”?
And where do you get what you abide to?
Set rules? Like God’s or humans, to stand strong?
Or do you make your own rules, any clue?
Do you find that religion suffices?
Don’t you find it’s preaching puts on airs,
Conflicts as day and night and suppresses
Mortal minds of basic human affairs?
Can you alter the mighty divine rules
That common sense refuses to indulge?
Can you suggest: premarital sex pools
Out risks involved in the unfit marriage?
Can’t you see that religion is about
Full submission, inward as well as out?

Full submission, inward as well as out
Too alone, most illogical notion
Didn’t you ever have at least a doubt
That desire; the power, the motion
Behind your daily errands, the dire
Act of your earnings is your vile sin?
Why then did God create desire?
Why do we have to suppress what’s within
A point to be mused upon by the sane
If you think otherwise, then explain gays?
How could the Perfect create in vain
The best of his concepts in funny ways?
Hasn’t history proved time and again-
Divinity; the core of our pain?

Divinity; the core of our pain
It divides nations; causes ugly wars
When each claims that The God of his own brain
Is more worthy of such divinely chores?
Do you believe that suicide bombers
Are people with no values? Haven’t they
Totally submitted to the hummers
Of their rituals and perverted ways?
But, what happened to their minds and “conscience”?
An essential question to be answered
Why haven’t they used it as their guidance?
How could their emotions be so wavered?
I could only see one answer; devout,
Succumbing faith is what it’s all about

Succumbing faith is what it’s all about
Miseries man had brought to his own kind
Man had even made his own rules of what
“wrong” and “right” are - a state of his own mind
Do you think knowledge - a propensity?
Then why, this big divergence between you
And me? Why when you steal for charity
You don’t consider the act - a taboo
Even when you lie to save someone’s Neck -
How could you dub that as a white lie?
Does lying have a color pattern? Heck
And who invented such pattern? And, why?
If you pretend that you go by the book
Lying and stealing shouldn’t be your hook

Lying and stealing shouldn’t be your hook
If you are true to yourself you’d admit
That all those fairy-tales in spoons you took
Were nothing but myths to have you submit
Legends weaved with ancient tales of the far
East, look for yourself and ponder closely
Even the works of philosophers are
A part of what you’ve been fed so blindly
God doesn’t have to be found in a fixed
Blind faith, he is right here in you and me
Ask yourself time and again who had mixed
Your beliefs, wasn’t it your pedigree?
It’s time to ponder, it time to comment
Assume that for the sake of argument

Assume that for the sake of argument
That prophets and saints had fixed ambitions
They were no doubt great thinkers that were sent
To flourish earth with civilization
Then what makes you think that what they had preached
Is what had reached you in time progression?
Don’t you think politics had been beseeched
To manipulate your own conviction?
Do you have the authority to think?
Or even to question your religion?
How could you silence that inner voice? Blink
And wake up; it’s time for a revision
Of what you have produced at your will
Of the un-real land of heaven and hell

Of the un-real land of heaven and hell
I could tell you what might quiver your core;
Heaven or hell is a state of mind, still
Do you believe in eternal burn? Or,
Is heaven where you find wine and perfect
Dames? Why don’t you then fetch that on this earth?
Why wait for another life to detect
Whether or not you’re on the path of truth?
God that aught to be worshiped has to be
Much greater than what they made you believe
Ethnicus had fooled, deceived you and me
We are but one nation taught to deceive
And what makes you think that they can’t be wrong?
What is the difference between “right” and “wrong”?

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A Mother’s Cry

Posted by Kaleidoscope on December 2, 2005

Written by: Ayya

My son, my love, my sole delight

Your gloom dimmed my shimmering light

Sadness had sprung through your eyes

Although you tried to disguise
It breaks my heart to see you sad

Your happiness; my resting pad

 

School results were so unfair

Drastically failed they declared

I see you crumbled in your shame

Excuses shallow and lame

Joining your friends to celebrate

Joyful they seemingly debate

A future they anticipate

And here you just wait
For your fate

 

Soon they’ll pack and be gone somewhere

While you repeat your old affair

Another year would pass you by

Another hardship another try

Another year would do you good

I have to say these words and should
I’m your mother; I have to prod

 

But remains a shred of doubt

That the years might loop you out

My wishful dreams and hopefulness

Nightmare might come and emptiness

My son, my love, my happiness

To you my love I do address:

 

Promise love before I die

That to me you’ll never lie

A trait when found in a man

Creates a foe hard to ban

 

I hope you learned from the past

That lying would never last

And that its a short company

Ends up destroying destiny

We’re not immune to mistakes

One promptly solved one lifetime takes

But ignoring them along the way

Ignorant, is the way we stay

© COPYRIGHT AYYA 2005

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Contemplation

Posted by Kaleidoscope on November 8, 2005

written by: Ayya

As a bird is free, I want to flee,
But, I am in a cage.

Yet, the cage is my doing.
It’s my own pursuing.
Tolerance to society,

Tolerance to intolerance,
Tolerance to ignorance:To austerity.

Tolerance, to the place that was once
The learned, the sage.

But, in my haste
And the years in waste and
Captivity,
I do my sum for the day to come
On wage and change.
To break away, and gain one day;
My lost sanity.

But the question is: How much is this
Cost for the exchange?

Will I ever be
As free
To flee

 

Nostalgy!

© COPYRIGHT AYYA 2005

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I Want You to Know

Posted by Kaleidoscope on October 19, 2005

written by: Ayya

Flesh, lime and jasmine united
With a pinch of musky scent
Still floating in the air
Long after you departed.

Bantering touch all over me;
A kiss here, a caress there
A wraith in the dark is following me
Relentless to keep me alighted.

Your scent, your touch
Your very sole taste
Connive as such
To keep me delighted.

Subtle and serene you leave me be
As if we have never parted
Such sweetness I will ensue
Till the day we’re back united.

Know this
Only for you
My utmost bliss:
Forever and ever I am indebted
For this flare that you ignited.

© COPYRIGHT AYYA 2005

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The Useless Kuwaiti Male

Posted by Kaleidoscope on October 12, 2005

written by: Ayya

(This article was written in response to Tantalize’s entry The USELESS-A- (The Useless Kuwaitia)

Three years in high school and he had not made it. His family had to find him wasta* for a decent job so that he could at least earn his own expenses. He is Kuwaiti and he wants to live lavishly like his peers. A computer to chat, a large screen TV in his private room, X,Y,Z and getting laid all become necessities. Except for the latter, he gets all of them by monthly installments that eat up all his humble salary before the end of the month, but the family is always there to help, so there is no problem.

But he is still frustrated; he wants and needs to get laid.

His mother is sympathetic, yet she is sarcastically predicting what wrath Allah will cast upon him when his sinful desires lead him to the path of incorrectness with the forbidden fruit. She tries her best to find him a suitable Kuwaiti girl to ensure his future with a generous dowry and housing that is offered by the government. The candidate must fear God and have a secure job; to her it’s a life contract and to him it’s only sex.

He wants a goddess to tease and please his manhood yet at the same time he wants her to be untouched: purer than pure.

At the other end, he assumes his role as a hunter; he maneuvers between chatting rooms on the Net and learns the lustful language in hopes of getting laid. He also Gizzes** on the Gulf Road or 7ob*** Street aiming for the jackpot where he learns the language of lust with a female to target her at a private place for a quickie.

But, one day the hunter stumbles and becomes prey.

She is the perfect girl, young and naive, from a good family, not as hot as Britney Spears, but attractive enough to aggravate his desires and pure enough to ensure her future loyalty. He tries every trick in the book to get her into his claws, but she’s not like the rest. She seems very vehement at a distance yet very reverent in proximity, and most importantly, she works and has an income which beholds the blessings of his family.

From the beginning, he sweet-talks her into spending the KD 4000 Government dowry on the marriage expenses and honeymoon for both of them. And, although her family seems more rational when they unanimously vote against this coupling, they will eventually give up and in some cases might even chip into providing a more decent start for the newlyweds.

She, nevertheless, seems contented with the little accommodation that his family has provided. She naively believes that love can conquer all and she does not hesitate to facilitate all her savings and her income to better their life together. He is her life investment now.

By now one might think that he had it made; expenses and sex are taken care of, but apparently he does not stop his gizzing. Why? BECAUSE HE NEEDS VARIETY. He is man. He is horny. He is animalistic.

His wasta* works fine with him, and he gets promoted from one position to another. As a result, his income increases and they move out to a rented apartment. Not only that, but he is also able to stash away some savings as an excuse to provide for future needs and emergencies, while she takes care of all the other expenses as she is willingly investing in her family.

When the government finally accommodates them with a suitable house, facilitated with long term easy payments, he registers it under his name. After all, he is the head of the family and he is the one who has supposedly been taking care of the payments from his own savings while apparently she is not given any right to share the ownership of the house. And when she protests, he salvages himself in the arms of his cheap mistresses to whom he complains about his ever-nagging wife.

Kids come, and along comes schooling and extra expenses, but that is her responsibility, not his. She should be able to manage whatever time and money she’s got, for most of the expenses that she perceives as mandatory, he deems unnecessary. Besides, he holds an important position; his job presents the security for the family. He can’t waste his precious time with the kids. And, she understands that and willingly fills in for him, but what she could never understand is his pleading need for entertainment elsewhere. He has even had the nerve to accuse her of being behind his infidelity as she was the one who supposedly neglected him and busied herself raising his kids.

She suddenly wakes up remembering her family warnings; she realizes how exhausted she is with heavy responsibilities that he continues to take for granted and becomes habituated to. Not only that, she also realizes that after years of giving, she practically owns nothing that could ensure a decent life with her children if she decided to physically separate.

With broken pride, she drags herself around, unnoticed like thousands of other women in her society. Mentally separated from the man she once willingly loved.

Now, where has her life investment gone?

Is he the Useless one now? Or, are you the idiot?

* Wasta: link
** Gizzing: wandering aimlessly on the streets and checking each and every promising female figure
*** 7ob: love

© COPYRIGHT AYYA 2005

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