Stoned: A short film

Smashed, broken, confused.
Experimental, daring.
Used, abused.
Escape, run away.
Inhale, inject, ingest.
Fly, high, disappear.
Temporarily.

Return, think, give up!
Once more, console, lie, assure yourself.
Its alright.

This time...more.
The last wasn't enough.
Fly higher now. Soar
Escape to paradise.
Blind, hazy, vision's out.
Seeing what you want.
The way you want.

Ecstasy on the rise, supernatural.
Space...

The return.
Grateful for the escape.
Nothing satisfies.
Never enough.
Holidays come sooner now.
More often.
Escape to your world.
Return no more.
Stoned.
Gone.
Nearer to the end.

Our Reflection

Dragon Slayer

Dragon slayer, dragon slayer,
What praises can resound in your name.
But I pity the people who don't see you play your part,
Of conquering life's deathly game.

Dragon slayer, my inspiration, so strong and brave
Can man not see in you, your might and strength?
All creatures like me you look out for and save,
Preventing us from living in torment.

My queen, my victor, the throne of the red palace,
That ill fated dragon saw not his death.
He saw not his fate held between your lips.
He least anticipated you would be, as they said you would, a threat.

With words as sharp as a sword,
You cut through and slit his throat.
Never to speak again against you
Never with fire, your heart, to coat.

Dragon slayer, my symbol of victory.
Show unto thy children the power of your hand.
Dragon slayer, you who nothing can defeat,
Gather those who die at love's hand.

Show unto us the secret of slaying
The dragons that hold our hearts captive.
For the fire that leaves the lips of them all.
Surely seduce us to tumble and fall.

Dragon slayer, teach us to slay
The dragon that controls this life.
For in another world where dragons are men,
We must end a woman's strife.

Thank you for letting go.

Thank you for the memories,
Thank you for the laughter,
Thankyou for the times we spent
And for promising 'ever after'.

Thank you for the lessons,
Thank you for the inspiration,
Thank you for opening up,
And mostly for being patient.

Thank you for always being there
And then for going away.
Thank you for teaching me
That everythings not here to stay.

Thank you for the love
And for all that I saw in ur eyes.
Thank you for telling me the truth
And hiding away the lies.

Thank you, mostly,
for giving me all you could.
Thank you for doing your best,
For doing all that u should

Thankyou, boy,
for letting me go.
Im grateful for something
That I'm yet to understand and know.

Like Strangers

Like strangers they first spoke.
Introduced one day in person.
Goodbye stranger, hello acquaintance.
These acquaintances now spoke more often.
They conversed about religion, no religion, fears, dreams, ambitions, their pasts, their hopes and themselves to name a few topics.
They met over coffee, with other friends, sometimes just with each other.
They grew into friends. Close friends.
They confided in each other. They consoled each other and shared the deepest of thoughts.
They spoke about things they never thought they would.
They opened up in a way they never realized they could.
Now in love, they couldn't stop emotions.
Falling head over heels for one another.
Some truths told, some unsaid.
Some lies surfaced, some best kept.
More and more, attached and addicted.
To a feeling of belonging,  a feeling of loving.
But the heart fooled two strangers into love.
And 'love' they did but still as strangers.
Strangers then and strangers now.
Love had to leave them that way somehow.
For some, love is always and forever.
For others, love will always be a stranger.

Have you?

You haven't listened if you haven't heard from the mute.
You haven't spoken until you've spoken to the deaf and destitute.
You can't be rich until you've given all you've got.
You can't learn from life if you don't practice whats been taught.
You can't be beautiful if you don't see it in another.
You don't know sacrifice until you know what its like to be a mother.
You haven't seen if you haven't opened your eyes
You haven't jumped if you had no intention of touching the skies.
You haven't felt pain until you've lost someone dear
You haven't appreciated until you've said, "thank you for being here"
You haven't made a difference if you haven't reached out at all.
You haven't witnessed heart break until you've let your heart fall.
You haven't felt love if you haven't given a helping hand.
You haven't loved if you've no heart that understands.

The Hiding Place

The hiding place isn't a corner or a niche
It isn't behind something or out of your vision.
The hiding place is a unique place for every person on this earth.
Some of us find our spot in the nooks of books.
Others in the recesses of their beings.
Some at the back of their smiles.
And some find shelter in a confidant.

Our hiding places are temporary.
As the saying goes, you can run, but you cant hide.
We all come out of our hiding places sooner or later.
But only after receiving all the comfort we could gain from it.
Its our hiding places that allow us to rejuvenate,
To energize and fill you with everything that you're drained of.

In your hiding place, you find inspiration,
motivation to come out again and live.
Our hiding places are our rest points.
Those little motels along the path of a long journey.
Our hiding places are our friends.
Our hiding places can be in God.

Don't be ashamed to hide
We all do at some point.
Because it's not so much the act of hiding from life
than it is the process of seeking introspection or inner healing.
Away from the healing and help of the rest of the world.

More than anything, when we hide,
we turn ourselves inwards and seek shelter in the walls of our skin.
Heart and mind work together to fix the body and the soul.
And once done, you can't contain yourself in your skin anymore.
Out of hiding, free as a bird.
Hiding then, now flying.

Thankyou, my hiding place.

Little Girl

Little girl, so meek and humble,
Saying only what you must and nothing intentionally ill.
Smiling and laughing and making peoples day.
Making sure, a truth is kept at bay.

Little girl, I see you offering every penny
to a man on the side of the road.
Must you give all you have, when you have so little
to help you, in the winter, warmly clothe.

Little girl, I see you hide,
behind the shadows of a past.
Lessons you bring forward, and take with you further,
Promising, 'never again', till you breathe your last.

What is it, little girl,  that makes you who you are?
how different were you, before you became this humble star?
Perhaps you were nothing like you are now.
But then who were you? have you come from afar?

Little girl, you amaze me, for not really are you little for sure.
Grown up, a woman now, taking on the world.
Why then do I still address you as little girl, you may ask.
Because no one I know could ever be as humble as you go.

Little girl, don't ever grow up.
I mean an ego, don't ever let it show.
Little girl stay little and always ready to give.
Little girl, stay little, teach me how to live.

I shall not ask anymore of your past.
I don't care much for details.
Little girl, I know you now and I must be like you
Little girl, may God bless you!

The Special Kind

He picked her up and molded her heart differently.
He sprinkled magic into her soul and added a dash of sparkle in her eyes.
He kissed her and said, let no one treat you differently.
You are special, but not to be outcasted.
And then slowly he laid her in the arms of an angel,
who was to take her to the embrace of a man and woman.

The doctors panicked as she was born.
Who shall we save? wife or child?
Even if the latter lives, we cannot assure you she will live like other children do.
"By God's grace, please don't make me choose" said the man of the hour.
praying in a little chapel by the E.R., born was a father with the birth of a girl.
And saved was a wife by a mans deep faith.

They looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead.
She was different, she was special, she was one of a kind.
But more over she was theirs.
And mostly she was what they have been longing for.
A child.

She grew up slowly. And patiently did they bring her up.
Dealing with every obstacle that came their way.
Her hand was held longer than any child at her school.
But she didn't care. They didn't care.
Their hearts were overflowing for her.
And her arms were open to hold every drop of care they had to give her.

Passers by, turned their heads away in pity.
They felt bad for the child who's days were uncertain.
They felt bad for her parents, who gave their all to keep up with the child's medication expenses.
But at the end of the day,
no one could be more grateful for a child of the special kind than her parents themselves.

Times came when they tired. Times came when they yelled.
But before the sun set and the moon shone above, the three of them got down on their knees,
And prayed to the man on high, the source of all, He who was called love.
And new mornings dawned and they were grateful for determined hearts in the midst of strife.
Praying that happiness may forever be their motivation and their reward: a long life.