Divergent

I held a conversation 
the other day
with a different generation

I felt I was learning
literally, my mind was awakened
by the factoids it was gulping

Factoid pills were colored 
and had labels engraved on them
Politics, lost cause country
poetry, society and of course 
the idea of humanity

I popped in the humanity one
I swallowed it with curiosity
without hesitation

My mind went tripping

It is truly sad that it has become an idea
this humanity thing
Which shreds by last bets
I had on it
into dust
useless and unworthy

They narrated a verse from
a very famous Lebanese singer
that illustrated humanity 
between a boy and a girl

“I know you’re thinking this is just another 
cheeky love story, but trust me listen
I mean read!” 

Imagine a world where
when you lay your eyes on her
your heart allies with your brain 
into thinking of ways of a simple encounter

Days pass, in the village
the thought of her
lingers and you smile
Here’s the fun part
She delved into society
with no means of connectivity
you have to FIND her!

FIND, do you actually know 
how to physically go about 
finding someone? 

I don’t mean typing their name 
into a blank rectangular space
I mean, going, asking, and enjoying it
“that girl with the chestnut hair, thin stature
she was on that street, her eyes were honey like?
who is she?”

Can you feel the fucking mystery
isn’t it pumped with adrenaline?

So you wait on the street across 
from where you saw her
You wait, just to get a glimpse
wow, what value it had
a glimpse

Oh how beautiful!
She doesn’t know of your existence
She doesn’t know that she has distantly 
melted your heart 

Wait, the door opens, there she is
You place your hand on your heart
as if comforting that beating machine
calming it from racing

You breathe, it is her! 
You got your fill, what do you do now?
You muster up,
“Should I talk to her? 
what would I say? What if she thinks
lowly of me?”

Can you feel the humanity?
Do you even know that this was once how it was?
What has happened to it?
Too old school? well fuck this right?
let’s get laid and fuck everything that moves right?
Because my satisfactions overpower yours
Because the power of ME, goes way beyond the 
power of We

Taking time to know her is out of the question
talking to her, marveling at her details,
taking that road just because she lives across
is too old school, 
or wait let me utilize this word

“it is lame“

What’s lame about it?
The respect that existed then
the creativity, the mental 
anxiety? 


 
Let’s pump ourselves with alcohol so we 
Can tame our inhibitions and let go
Because making love is too cliche
Hollywood has made it seem 
elusive, far-fetched

wait here’s a statement for you
Love making has become fiction 
right?
Chemistry is mistaken or 
none existent

Let’s get high on whatever gets us there
so as to experience the humane
Let’s strive towards instant gratification 
because our attention spans are that 
of fish

Pause, wait a minute
This is real, fuck 
this is horrific

Have we dove in too deep
to diffuse ourselves into our own egos?
Are we too fat or too thin?
Are we sexy enough to bring him home?
Are we too constipated, would they like me?

Ladies and gentlemen 
these are the measures of our society
Woe’s me
the terror of such stupidity 

Have you literally forgot how to 
endure, how to feel the beauty of something real?
Does that blood-pumping-machine between your ribs
still remember how it feels like, when she holds your hand
for the first time?

Do you remember?

For some this piece 
might be harsh to digest 
and too old school
but in general
we have become too broken
to actually feel the aching 
burns of the cracks 
that have been happening over time

I met you 
You met me
that’s the act of meeting
modernly
not curious, not even anxious

Sorry this might hurt
but it’s opinionated
I am entitled to it
regardless of your
philosophy

I am sure your ego
will definitely entitle your opinion 
to your own gilded philosophy
that you have so beautifully 
created and 
you now 
sadly 
worship 

 Now tell me
What did you feel 
the last time you kissed

him or her?
If you did feel anything
well, then congratulations
You have passed the 
“I am still human test”
If not, then I do apologize
we have sincerely lost 
another one

Sway

(While you read, play this)

It echoed in my ears
that tune, that lovable marriage
between instruments
It slowly took a hold of my thoughts

That tune approached my naive
ideas, with confidence
not giving any chances of rejection
my ideas, love-struck
weightlessly, fell into its arms

The music, so magical
carried them, with passion
it swayed them, it twirled them
yet with fixated eyes
it kept the contact, it kept
the instant love, flaming

With every drum beat
that strong tune, would stomp
and my ideas skip a beat
Yes, they were in love with
that music, that strong powerful
accumulation of sound

Suddenly, an abrupt halt  (1:04)
caused my ideas to wonder
where has that music gone,
those who would carry them
to a surreal place, of fantasy
that music that would
guide their every step

Then it resumed, that beautiful figure (1:04)
haloed by those vibrating sounds
That music, with every climaxed beat
got closer, my neurons were firing
at the mere sight of it.

Full embrace, music again took the lead
my thoughts willingly submissive
shadowed every move,
They swayed through all corners of my mind
saluting dormant ideas, kissing nostalgic thoughts
and awakening new born ones

They, entwined,
danced,
My thoughts had a heart
My thoughts dove deeply
in love with the dance
that this music
guided!

Neurons!

Those days where your thoughts go wandering
in the deepest darkest corners of your mind,
to excavate those memories, almost decomposed

It’s not you wanting them to do so,
They just have a mind of their own,
They have a plan and a map of your brain

Some days, they just awaken from their routine slumber
and carry that stupid map of your memories
embedded in certain neurons

Those neurons that you so likely wanted
to kill to the point of extinction
They go, they seek and they find them

Your brain, fights the urge, your brain sets obstacles
to keep them away from finding these memories
under superimposed layers of time
Your brain becomes cloudy, it wants to become blurry

These neurons harvest the past of YOU
Your time in a certain time,
They became richer, with what you fed them
even though at that time, they were like any other neurons
they were dormant and going on their day

But now, they have baggage,
Is that what makes you have that weight?
have that richness?

As they go around finding these neurons
fattened by memories.
They ask them to sit and as they search their luggage
Your brain becomes in a state of remembering

Then your rational being, stops everything
Do you want to remember?

Sometimes it is pretty awesome to
dive in that certain state of nostalgia
this haze of time travel mode

Sometimes it’s haunting
and you want to exorcise them demonic thoughts

You want to escape that bad trip
and wake up to
where you are
what you are
NOW
No matter how messy
chaotic, trashy and lost you are

Your greatest challenge now
is to go on this adventure of self discovery
You might be disappointed
You might be delighted
but at the end at least
You will find out
what kind of soul
this body of yours
harnesses

THAT one song!

Weekday morning
settling yourself into that position
Fixing your posture
Cracking your fingers

You look at blinking cursor
It’s stagnant, awaiting your command
you’re the god, behind it’s actions

You take a deep breath
WAIT
a message, a lovely message
from a dear old friend

It embraces your casual morning
with a blanket of warmth
accompanied with a smile

A song
An upgrade to the normal
“Hello, how are you!”

It was THAT song
the one that took you back to your teen age years
the one that smothers you in the innocence of young love
the one injecting your adulthood with doses of sweet tastes of nostalgia
the one that orchestrates your heart beats
the one that differentiates each heart beat from the next
the one whose powers engulf your soul,
the one whose meaning is only cherished between the person and one he sent it to

You swing back and forth
between the now and then

You are numb, you are in a mental limbo
Your mental capacity is lurking in the past,
while your body is still present in that office chair
Your body so restless so numb
You willingly accept the musical overdose
You repeat the song, every time the lyrics seems louder
You repeat the song again, for the melodies flow through your veins
like the simple drug,
Fast and with instant gratification
Your neurons attack that melody
Hold on it, feed on the memory that it harvests
Your neurons wake up,
after snorting the beauty of the melody
Your neurons’ addiction has revived

You repeat the song,
You welcome the musical overdose
You welcome the mental state of “omg”
and come to think of it
it was just THAT one song
on a weekday morning
in a message
from an old
friend!

Mental Music