Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Monday, March 7, 2011

Original Individual - A Poem



Originality, in my view, should be a religion in itself. The religion of the free thinkers, where everyone is a star. Why do we allow ourselves to be labelled and put in boxes?
Are we soup cans?

We have the potential to reach for the stars we look up to, hell, even BECOME those very stars, emulated by millions.
It's all about recognizing yourself and finding your true potential. Be what you wanna be, the only opinion that matters is your own. Don't disgrace yourself in your own eyes in a futile effort to be something you aren't.

We're all fallen angels, molded by the hands of our Father.


Anyways, on to the poem -

I see the beautiful clones
Their rusted hands
The landscape is all but one
Blank and grey, everything's the same
I scream at the sheep
Grab the masses by the throat
Original, individual, I say
Give me something new
Let the spectrum shine through this washed out palette
Break free of your bonds of uniformity
Conform, but only to yourself
Show some color, ignite the spark
Of your overworked soul
Give me a diamond, in a mountain of stones
Original individual, be yourself forever
Narcissus awake from your enraptured slumber
See how unique you really are
Unlock your potential with a skeleton key
Of Moonshine and Goodwill
Original individual, starstruck now or never

Till next time,
Ciao,
Taksh

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Bam! And it struck again.....

Have you noticed that the inspiration to do stuff strikes at the WORST possible times?
I for one am no stranger to that hard fact of life. It is like God hates me, and punishes me by sending strokes of absolute genius my way at the worst possible time. Kind of like a seizure when you are in the toilet going poo. (Okay, not exactly like that, but you catch my drift.)
Every single time, that I have been inspired to write something, something that has come out to be pretty amazing actually, I was "inspired" at the worst possible time.
For example, my song. The first song that I ever wrote, entitled "Soundtrack" I wrote it a night before my final Social Studies exam. Go figure. And if I do say so myself, the song turned out pretty well, lyrics wise. The same goes for countless other stories of mine, as well as articles and drawings.

I think this has something to do with the basic human escapist tendency we all have inside of us. We tend to substitute all tiresome, horrible jobs with other tasks that we consider less tiresome.
I've seen examples of this so many times in real life.
Like, before an exam when told to study by my Mom, my sister will lounge around in her room for some while. She'll look at her desk (which is normally so dirty and cluttered that you could probably hide ELEPHANTS in that mess... [I suspect she hides dead bodies in there]) and spend the next four hours cleaning it.
And it will be spotless.
Then when Mom asks "Oh, did you study?
"No mom, but look I cleaned my table!"
"Umm... you have an EXAM tomorrow."
"I know... but look at my table!"
"Didn't you study ANYTHING?"

"God Mom, what's your problem?? I FINALLY cleaned my desk coz you were after my life for it, and now all of a sudden its not good enough for you??!!? MAKE UP YOUR MIND!"

And then she'll storm off, leaving behind a sparkling desk and a befuddled old mother.
Diva.

No, but seriously, we all do it, and most of us don't even realize it. We channel all our anxieties, our frustrations about a particular event into other fields. Sometimes, the result can be beautiful pieces of art. I bet Shakespeare really had to clean up his house or something but he avoided it by using his writing as an excuse.

Procrastination is universal, but only a few people are intelligent enough to pass it of as doing something productive. As a teenager, it is very important to channel your energy into something productive. It may not necessarily mean studying, because I feel that it is up to each and every person to find where their own interests lie. The way I see it, taking some time off your schoolwork to write or draw is all right because you do need a break; and lets face it, we teens are about as attentive goldfish. I'll be surprised if most of the people read till the end of this post.

Like right now, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be studying for a test or something instead of writing, but what can I do, I'm "Inspired" right now....
Till next time
Ciao,
Taksh