Buried Deep.

Buried deep.
Feels like an eternal sleep.

Exhausted from the screaming.
Dirt's all the support I'm held in.

Have food to keep me fuller,
Have tidy cloth for cover.

Why must I yearn more?
Flames behind every door.

Suppression - does it really matter?
Roll me a joint brother.

Let me rise in shades of gray.
Blown by the wind astray.

Stuck miserably in the same air,
Until Mercy descends on every inch, every hair.

Whatever comes up on this road.
Awaiting the day the sun folds.

9.

"Oh Lord, please! I know you love me... I love you too.. I know you'll accept this, accept it tonight... you can do anything you want.. accept this tonight..," she pleaded.
"Oh Lord, please summon me... take me to where you are. Let me meet you tonight." At 9 years of age, she was praying .. rather begging to die.

"At 9 years of age?" you ask me, "seriously?"

Ahan 9, I say - she'd rather die and meet with her Lord, than face this man or the consequences he would bring about and leave her in, forever.

"One messed up kid!" you say. I smile and nod.

But look at it this way, at 9 - she was much more assured of her Lord's Mercy than any mortal man. She knew that even if she'd die, she'd be fine with the Almighty. She just thought people in her own world, on the Earth wouldn't be all that kind anymore.
She just felt that by dawn - if she were dead, her Lord would be making space for her amongst the departed souls with perhaps a word or two about what she had done.
But if she lived to see the dawn of a new day - she would be worse than dead. She'd be alive among mere mortals who would punish her for her imperfections.. for her decisions.. for not breaking but smashing the rules to smithereens..
Most of all, she felt that one look at her and the Lord would understand why she did it - she was wrong but it was "understandable".. it was part of what she did as His human. Others would never get it.. she'd never be able to convey it the understandable-way because owning up to it would include all the guilt and embarrassment that would be a punishment itself.. they would just be disappointed and heartbroken.. they would never understand.. they'd say she was only and totally wrong.. she'd be stuck in that light forever.

Of course, at 9 years of age she didn't realize that the Lord wasn't just Merciful up there.. He was equally so for those of us still walking the Earth... that He was just as capable of making His creations be kind as He was of being Kind Himself. He understood even while she was alive.. and He made it all fine.. with all the people involved.

And obviously, having learnt that lesson.. it's impossible for her to not expect His Mercy again and again... and let Him be all she hopes from.

Some alone-time, all the time?

When it comes to forming new relationships, there are mostly two kinds of people you find out there. 

The "true love is forever" kind and the "relationships are meant to end" sort.

And the funny thing is, in the face of certain hardships, you can find people from both views wanting some "alone time". Occasionally, lovers take a break and even 'all time' friends may ask for some space. Others may just back out or disappear, thinking it was "inevitable". It doesn't matter which of those theories they believe in, you will find people from either ends reaching the "limit" to people's company and wanting sometime away "from the noise of the world". Their loved ones may say they 'understand' while others may accuse them of never committing fully to a bond or relationship.

The question is: Whether its to take a breather, or end it.... Who's got it all figured out?

Neither I say! The only sense there is to this: Human relationships are very human!. You can't expect an ever-changing, growing, evolving being like us humans, to have ONE way of interacting and making bonds. No, not all of our loved ones will stay that way and not all are gonna turn out to be sour lemons. 

  

How I see it, both these views depend on an extremely impractical thought: that humans are absolutely, 100% consistent in they way they think and perceive themselves as well as those around them. That is NOT humanly possible! 

So what I'm getting at here is that... inspite of how the b*****s out there don't affect us, and despite all the support from our "dependable-friends" or "loving family members" ... we are inherently alone all the time. Its a humanly truth, not a bitter one. 

There's a limit to how perfect or imperfect someone can be and that's the limit to your relationship with them.

The silver lining or should I say.....Absolutely-Amazingly-All-Encompassing Truth to this: we may be alone, but needn't be lonely.

No, this isn't going to turn into a sense-the-beauty-of-nature and indulge-in-your-favourite-hobbies lecture, for they too are human activities and there's only so much they can hold.

In fact, there is ONE Entity, who is closer to us.................. than our Jugular Vein. 

He Alone, is our Eternal Company = Always Present .. All-Hearing, All-Seeing, All-Merciful, Most-Beneficient and Beyond All The Praise that I can utter.

So quiet simply, it is when all your relationships are based on His Love, for His sake, that e.v.e.r.y. bond can be cherished without there being any heartbreak, and only g.r.e.a.t.e.r. love. 

For there is nothing to expect out of anyone except Him, and there is nothing due to anyone except the love He has asked you to give for His sake.  That Love is indeed true, yet the only relationship you have is with the Almighty.

It is a beautiful mechanism, really.. and one that deflates any speck of an ego left within us.

Around the house!

Continuing from the previous post, being home has its advantages.. you finally get down to completing those half-done diy projects, here are some of mine:

Part of a wall-mural I made.. Some of the butterflies are popping out cuz they've been stuck on, while others have been painted =]

A runner-and-seat-cover set I fashioned from some scrap cloth.

Canvas wall hangings, also fashioned from scrap cloth.

Oooh (off topic) and a butterfly stopped by our house the other day =D

A pillow case I stitched recently.. Scrap Cloth diy again.

Have been cooking loads lately so maybe I should be starting a "Dudey's Kitchen" Series ;)

Around town!

Been cooped up in the house for too long, here's a few out and about pics from my world:

A tiny fountain at the Abu Dhabi Corniche, that's absolutely lovely in the winters.

A dash of red amidst all the city-grey..

Rare, abstract sign art in Auh.

Driving into the Sunshine =D .. Dubai-Abu Dhabi Highway..

That's one long title for a movie! (in Malayalam I believe)

A construction site being fitted with designer panels that look like wedding brides with veils.

Quirky, damn-expensive socks I discovered while gift-shopping.

Quote plates at Gulf Greetings.

Quote plate with a point! (Gulf-Greetings)

I really like this teddy and he appears here as a stuffed toy.. with barely any eyes so he's almost Halal i guess =D

Creative advertising, much?

Genuinely cute trolley bag I discovered, at a tiny shop, near my place.

Like cold water on a warm heart..

Its that dreaded feeling.. the one that makes you cringe and shudder. I always speak out aloud to stop that train of thoughts.. something like " lalalala.. so what else is new?!" .. it makes many an outsider give me a quizzical look => did this lady just ask herself what else is new?! crazier than crazy i guess.. =D

Its the feeling I get lately, when I think of you. Because truely, genuinely.. I don't want you to become a memory, lying in the dust at the back of my mind.. People in your role, people like you, always have a great impact on their young ones. They tell me I was too young, they say its natural that I've a hard time remembering.

To be honest, it really seems insane to me. Like in this short number of years I've lived, YOU is who my brain decides to forget things about. Its like a constant fight between my mind and brain. The psychological existence needs to remember every bit.. The physical brain cells are giving up on their neural pathways. Its a defeat I would never want to accept.. Its a feeling I so totally dread. I don't want you to be a memory.
I'm trying my best to hold onto every bit I can think of.. yet somethings go missing that others need to bring back into my thoughts again.. I hate that.. you were as much mine as theirs. Why would they dwell in the sweetness of all that they hold within, while I search repeatedly for every bit all over again? Is it a little unfair I got the littlest of you..? Am I supposedly feeling deprived?

No, you would expect better of me than that. You would know I'm above and beyond that, you always were. I'm yours and you would expect the same, if not better, from me.

But let's be clear about one thing, I don't want to find you in the emptiness or lacking in others.. I don't want to feel you through your absence. I want your presence to feel like a fresh thought. I want that feeling and thought to be mine.

Dudey's Doodles II

A doodle with an explanation.. a labelled illustration, if you will.

Also, this may not be how I look like in the real world, but as Morpheus explained to Neo in the Matrix: 

"Your appearance now is what we call "residual self image". It is the mental projection of your digital self." ;-)