24 Hours

If I had 24 hours left to live,

I would definitely not waste it on grief.

If I had 24 hours left on this Earth,

I would certainly spend it in mirth.

If I had 24 hours left to be in this body,

I would not waste it on a dandy.

If I had 24 hours worth of breath,

I would not go through it worrying about Death.

I would spend 24 hours 

Being dizzy with Life

Inhale the beauty of the Flowers

Into the deepest ocean I will dive

Climb the highest tower

And view the world's greatest splendor

I would live 24 hours

Bathing in all range of colours

Run through the fields of gold

And hear the raindrops with all their beauties untold

Glide to the highest point of life

And fly with the eagles of bold

If I had 24 hours left in this life,

I would not strive,

For when one crosses over the chasms of eternity,

24 hours is but for a moment. 

Dead Man Walking

Am I there?
Am I not?
Have we not arrived the day before midnight?
But yet I had thought...

Bed of roses
Growing through the thorns
Just like Moses
Who struggled through their groans

The dead man walking
Through these endless tunnels
Though my heart beats in me,
The chasms of darkness

The boisterous slaughter
Of an apple gone bad
It wounds ever after
Though the incision was in precision

The dead man walking
Bursting forth
From six feet under
And no more
Left, right, front and centre
Like an eagle he will soar
Out of the grave
The dead man walking
This ship will no more be a-docking
Sailing in the seas of poison and wine.

The dead man walking...

The Paparazzi Plague!

'Eva Longoria stumbles on sky-high heels!' screams the headlines. I have nothing against Eva Longoria except that her bit*hy, whiny character on 'Desperado Housewives' do get on my nerves whenever I happen to come across it when I am flipping channels.

Anyway, I too stumble, even with both feet FLAT on the ground. Isn't that newsworthy too? I mean, who the hell cares that she was wearing sky high heels and was struggling to walk on them? Practically that tiny stone that you throw will hit at least 10 women with *uck-me-heels. 

It is as if we are living in times of 'We-Want-To-Know-It-All-Even-The-Colour-Of-Their-Shit'. Yeah, so they dyed their hair green with streaks of purple and red and shaved a star-shape-out-of-it. So it seems that they eat their fish and arrange the fish bones in alphabetical order after they're done eating. So he screams and jumps on the couch proclaiming his love for her. So what?! 

This obsession has become so unhealthy, that it feels totally surreal to the point that people are making it into a religion and fantasy is worshipped. And if you worship fantasy, there will come a time where you will fall so hard and deep into the chasms of Tinkerbell that you might never, ever return from the 'NeverLand'.

Imagine being 50 and getting a heart attack as a result of reading Eva Logoria's sky-high stilettos breaking into half.

Truly.

Tragic.