Too naive to understand: The prince

Sitting outside, I look at the sky. It’s so blue today… And clear. I see a million stars in a glance. The effect of this on me is that of magic. I look and look, never tiring of its monotony. It’s the same sky, unmoving. It’s the same stars, blinking at the same pace. The same effect. But it’s new every second. Dear God, I marvel at your creation.

Today in university, walking from the gate to my department, I was thinking about my international relations class. We had just started the topic of realism, and studied the 5 assumptions it was based on. Why oh why must the world be so pessimistic? Is power the only power? Are all human beings selfish? The world I observed then, didn’t look like that… And then today in class, we discussed Niccolo Machiavelli’s book “The prince”. When we were told that book has been used since then, as a manual of politics or state-craft, I was horrified. And then the teacher told us, its principles are still applied in the international politics. What the book basically tells us is that a good ruler is rigid, has no respect for his promises, and only looks for his own interest in everything. The thought of that book being followed scares me…

So when I walked out of the university today, the human nature is what I had in mind. The fickleness of it, and the selfishness. I agree, they do exist. But why is it that they exist a hundred times more intensely in the ruling figures? Why is it that no one focuses on the good that can come out of the good? Am I too naive to understand? Or is what I understand true?…

Every time she sins

Every time she sins
Her heart roars in protest
Every time she sins
It dies a little
Every time she sins
It bleeds a little
Every time she sins
She muffles its voice
Every time she sins
She pushes it under
Every time she sins
Her heart cries
And every single time
She wipes its tears
And persists.

~Moniba.

The little girl and her balloon

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The little girl clutched her balloon tightly
Careful not to let it go.
She loved it and wanted it to stay with her
Forever.
Alas, she clutched too tightly,
The balloon flew up to the ceiling of the room.
Horrified, she looked. Determined, she climbed
One height to another, to get her balloon.
Stretching her tiny hands out, she reached the string.
And just when she had it, she fell.
From height to floor she fell
Hurting her fragile frame.
The balloon in her hand, she braved the fall.
And just when she smiled
The sweet smile of success
Her balloon burst.
Her face fell.
The child grew up.

~Moniba.

Inspired by “When I heard the learn’d astronomer” by Walt Whitman

Writing an essay last night,
I broke a sentence in the middle,
To draw a margin on the next page.
The margin on the paper,
Seemed to make a margin in my mind,
In my train of thought as well.
And when I continued the essay,
I started somewhere else.

~Moniba.

She wished to dream..

 

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Normality at times

Sometimes…
Normality is out of order.
Insanity seems to be needed.
At those times…
It seems better to let go
Of normality, and give in
To insanity.
But at later times…
Normality seems to have had been better
Than mastering insanity.
Because at aforementioned times…
Normality could have made the experience
Pleasurable, whereas insanity
Just made it temporarily enjoyable.
And then ruined the memory.
So at present time…
I favour normality.

~Moniba.

Anxiety by Willow-Anne

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I’m drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don’t belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There’s too much I just can’t mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I’ll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I’m awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It’s time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

Willow-Anne

 

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