Month: November, 2014

Amusing Irony, Humans

Irony is social networks left us disconnected

Disconnected from the world around us and disconnected from ourselves

 Mindlessly scrolling through social timelines

 Though how many would notice if you weren’t on theirs?

Tapping the like and favourite, we crave the numbers

The numbers decide what we post and what we keep posted

A fake hunger created that cannot be satiated

Because it is greed and greed knows no limits

We see ourselves through the eyes of others

Imagining how we look like from another angle

Spend so much time in this culture of social frenzy

We do not know how to be alone

We forget to spend time with ourselves

We forget to think about who we are

Such that everyone is among everyone else who isn’t themselves

Irony is businesses and corporations losing

Exploitation of the Earth, the nature, for economic profits

They are the lungs of our planet

They breathe for the lives of all

But burn burn away

Cut relentlessly

No second thought to disposal

Not a batted eyelid to pollution

We the top of the food chain

Are going to get consumed by the forces of nature itself

Because we fail to see we are building our own hearse

Irony is building larger homes, to store things that they want

But are so afraid to lose

Aren’t we building a chamber full of fear?

It is also working so hard for a better life

But don’t we realise that

Working is part of life too, a subset of it

Sometimes we work so hard for a living

We forget to create a life

That we derive so much happiness from materialistic possessions

But they are the easiest to be taken away from us


Aren’t we suppose to keep the most precious items secured?

Kept somewhere bolted with a huge lock, the hardest to access

But it seems we put in out on the front porch

Yelling at the passer-by to drag it away from us

In response to the Daily Post Writing Challenge


Those were the days

I miss my days of running track. The eager waiting for class to be over, for training to start. The chatting with my teammates and coach. The dread on everyone’s faces when we heard the workout, or the occasional cheers of joy.

I miss the feeling looking down the lane, filled with confidence, skipping back to your blocks for the race. I miss the nerves before every competition, the growing heartbeat when I’m in “Set” position, the wild thoughts in mind my running down the last curve, and the hopeful prayers on the last straight. The fear of someone else breathing down my neck, or the ecstasy of running someone else down.

I miss running relays with my team, the pride of running for more than myself, to do the team and the school and the coach proud. I miss playing with the baton, waiting for the previous leg to pass on the baton, and the desperate want to hand it over in the the last 20m of the lap.

I miss taking the crowded trains and buses to training day in and out, holidays or not. I miss tough trainings when my legs were sore with lactic acid, when I collapsed immediately to the ground still with 2 more 500s to go. When it was so painful to breathe I would rather not, when I was too tired to stand but it hurt too much to lie down. I miss the acidity of vomit, the feeling of a dry mouth in the midst of a set and the smell of the rubber track on a scorching day.

I miss the click of the stopwatch when I pass the line, when I did mental calculations of my splits constantly. When I dived for the line every set to get a PB, scraping my arms and legs on the track.

I miss crashing into hurdles, and clearing them. I miss circuit training with my team on a rainy day.

I miss team outings and lunches together, talking about ambitions and goals and poking fun at each other. I miss cheering my teammates on during their races. I miss waiting eagerly for the results to be out. I really miss track.