The breakfast club

Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we
accept the fact that we had to sacrifice
a whole Saturday in detention for
whatever it was we did wrong. What
we did was wrong. But we think
you’re crazy to make an essay telling
you who we think we are. You see us
as you want to see us… In the
simplest terms, in the most convenient
definitions. But what we found out is
that each one of us is a brain. ..
Andrew Clark: and an athlete
Allison Reynolds: and a basket case
Claire Standish: a princess
John Bender: and a criminal
Brian Johnson: Does that answer your
question? …
Sincerely yours, the
Breakfast Club.

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New year is around. Time to put that slot for some classic movie that we have always wanted to watch but just couldn’t.
The breakfast club(1985) is hands down one of the best movie to be made to date. And every time I sit down to watch it, the finally 10minutes of the movie gets me all the time.
If you haven’t watched it yet, I suggest you put that on your highest priority.

P.S.  For a while poetry updates will be in long frequencies. I have awful lot of work to manage these days but I will sure manage time for some vague poetry that I have been writing lately.
Love,
Insanets

Over a latte

What if the faulty name on my Sunday coffee,
Was no mistake but a planned coincidence,
Perhaps heaven above wants Thomas,
To meet her destiny- Tracy.
Tracy, that’s what they wrote,
But did that happen mistakenly?
What if someone wants me to meet her,
What if, what if she comes here.
Perhaps she must be thinking the same,
Or perhaps she took it as light laughter,
And with her friends, sitting at the coffee house,
Drank it off with Thomas written on.
Do I overdo stuff, I think sometimes,
Or is it an exgerrated part of reality,
What if ten years down the line,
Tracy will be waking up next to me?
They say a lot can happen over coffee,
And it is perhaps partly true,
What they do by mistake,
Could make two souls meet.

Antigonish [I met a man who wasn’t there]

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
–Hughes Mearns

War and crime

The notion of  war or peace is absurd,
For none of them can be only existing conclusion,
We have a long road ahead to peace,
With wars at each pitstop waiting abreast.
I know not of olden days,
The cause of wars our ancestors fought,
I must tell about the pacifists though,
Not a working solution in times of despair.
Man kills man in name of religion, sex, rights and what not,
Men of God and men from the house of blasphemy,
Together unite in hours of tension,
Fire at the lives of thousands of innocent.
When will the people understand,
Man’s ego has left no stone unturned,
My teacher at school used to say,
“Peace is noble man’s dying wish.”
We have come a long way from beginning,
And possibly while I am writing this,
Sounds of grenade or bullets may be heard,
In parts of middle east, or perhaps our neighbouring districts.
Death awaits us all in one way or other,
Dear God in heaven hasn’t made us immortal,
But His highness didn’t made us all,
Because we kill without sanity our own kind?
Terror is the face of evil that prevails,
And us, unknowingly we all contribute our hands in grains,
Men with power don’t do nothing  either,
Fear of terror has won the battle so far better.
All we can do is lock ourselves in,
Sit with those we love and cherish this life,
Because in days to come they will come for us,
But no, we are not the triumphant one’s.
We had our chance but we lost it,
World peace is just a made up word for hope,
We believe we are guarded safe,
Though each night at sleep someone survives one more day.
I can’t do nothing alone and neither can you,
But together we can break the turf,
Let those who burn the children alive know,
We are not afraid no more, we stand against crime.
Faith, unity, hope and righteousness are all our sole weapon,
In this battle of uneven force,
In order to win, we must do without the fear of death,
For if the cause if just, I have been told, victory is always known to come.

Parting sentence

All I want is one perfect day,
Where the thoughts of you don’t linger around making me restless,
And the life that I am living, as it has been,
Be a little more still than heartbeats.
That love no more be a cause of searching and lights,
And on those streets when I see lover’s laugh their past cry, I must not die.
All I ask is just so little,
That you never stand next to me,
And when the lights are turned off,
In then dark muddy times,
That I must not see you.
For I love you!
And I don’t know when,
Will it ever run out or die,
I shall stand here surrounded by bleak sky.
My tears blot my poetry,
And you bring those watery emotions,
What did I ever did wrong,
That today, we have to be severed this long?

Dream

Dream the world is your stage,
And act as if you are the sentiment they breath; subtle yet worthy.

Tears from then

I don’t have to tell you or this world,
How I miss you larger than life,
Every once in a while.
People need not know my longings of love,
For they are those who made me fear
Days from the past, days of my future.
Why must I shed any tear for a humanly soul,
That shredded my devotion into grains of dust,
And her-my life! Why should I waste her anymore than today.
I have come a long way from that visiting,
And yet fragments of it strive along,
Needing an outburst every one fortnight.
Children around my home play along,
At ease with anonymous sentiment of triumph,
But do they feel defeat just as hard?
I remember days of my childhood,
How it all went and how I lost,
I did feel terrible and ugliest.
She was a bright sunshine I longed for,
Her aroma aroused the dead,
Sadly, hers was the way of the devil-bleek.
I remember my years of growing up,
I did see some victory then,
But initial failure struck a little too longer than forever.
Memories are bittersweet
And with them comes tears;
tears of joy, tears of sorrow,
Tears that leave an entire lifetime in wound,
Tear that roar the soul of a lifeless cold man.

You

I have done nothing to you,
Then why put me in a blasphemy,
Where thoughts of you struggle along,
Putting halt to my spiritual journey.
Could you not see princess this life,
Is a bitter part of a toxic disease?
Though I manage my steps out,
It’s only a long way to glory.
My eyes shut on you,
You are the last thing they want,
I soak myself in thoughts of dreams and beyond,
Love! Would it ever begin.
It’s not as if I am running away,
No man in peace without his muse,
All my life I have been searching for you,
And you here, next to me, makes me struggle with words I had hold on to.

Common

It all started back in days of normality,
As it always does,
Something extraordinary or something,
Life changing happens to someone,
And people talk about it all day long.
But how would you treat an endless mind
Of thoughts and dreams created and yet again,
Shattered in frames of welcoming condolences in form of,
Another shot.
I believe each mind is capable and thus,
Each mind is noble,
We don’t have to be vigilantes against ourselves,
Maybe we could in the least try to adapt.
Human mind is a constant source of idea but,
How do we set it apart seemingly,
Sure we are engineers of future,
But are we any good enough with love of fellow humans?
It all started back in those normal days,
When I was walking along, minding my own business,
When a thought came to me,
And I put if off,
Again.
For years I have been struggling with a tag,
‘Common’ has been the word of my life,
And though each day I dream too big,
Each night I sleep alone,
Sharp at half past eight.

We must love each other or die

All l I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
-W.H. Auden