What A Lost Pair of Gloves Brought To Me

I think I just had an epiphany
And to my presence it's a pure irony,
Because you don't possess anything
No matter who you are, slave or king.

I want to share what I've learned today;
Your money, that belongs to the society,
If you lose it- it goes back there;
Your body that belongs to God,
(or call it mother nature, as it's only about politics)
If you lose it- it goes back there.
Your people, your memory- oh god,
They are not yours! They belong to universe.

Listen, presidents and kings; your power,
Your people, your land and resources
For which you kill a lot and bleed a river,
What if I say those aren't, never were yours
But they belong to nature and time,
So long before they were ever "yours"?

So I nevermore sweat for any loss - knowing
We never have really possessed anything.
Those around you aren't mine or yours,
I am not yours, you aren't mine.
Oh, how I see the nature trapped in human misery
When I closely look at things around us!
Then I became pitying those in power
For ceaseless need to fulfill entrenched egos.

Yet when my mind left everything surrounds us,
Finally I see your eyes, and I see your soul;
Then the time you look into my soul like so
I realize my existence is in full bloom;
Hence I get to know I am who I am.

Bare feet marathon. Not poetry. Just some thoughts after exams.

Wanna lay it all off and just sleep knowing
that I'll have an answer when I'm waking up

people made a habit saying "you get what you pay for"
but this isn't always true 'cause some got talents,
luck, and back grounds while the others don't
can you say he's better off with all those I want
we all know this privilege ain't in no one
everybody's paying bills, that sunshine isn't for one

so I'll stop all this judging, keep on walking
with an open mind, yes you know i'm not balling
'cause when my mind is free what's left is believing
within every one of you there is freedom
altogether floating in cosmos for a free run

Alas, but when I'm waking up tell me if He knows
why'd every one be in those hard-toes shoes

Don't know why I was born dreaming a bare feet marathon...

Image is from FEBC









Eiland Sair :)

Thirst. Poetry 3.

Thirst

You judge, and i judge; i don't care.
You impress me and i impress you; that's beautiful
but i don't know the whole background story. i try to justify it.

We all got stories and time is scarce to hear all.
So different and similar they are; it makes me smile and cry.
We all want the same things, fulfillment; to appreciate, and be appreciated,
but we pursue them in so different ways.
i smile for resemblance and accordance that's in you
i cry, not because what we want are so different
but because we are torn apart trying to get the same thing from each other;
The thing which if we shared both of us are made happy,
the thing which if we sat and talked we could find an answer,
and the moment that we were set to grow apart
forever will torment my heart as roots pierce a rock.
The moment when patience was broken,
the time the dripping sweet dew is blown...

Shut your eyes; do you hear bomb explosions?
Do you still see resemblance, and the new labels,
hearing our frustrated, thirsting heartbeats?

Written  11/24/2013
By Eiland Sair

On Remembrance Day 2013, A Dareful Thought Without Borders

Remembrance Day always gives me a food for thought.

This year I was already asked some questions especially from my Canadian friends how I think about Remembrance Day and Canadian veterans, as an immigrant. Well, this one "dead" boring day three years ago, I went straight to the local library after school was finished. After a couple of rounds in library for book-hunting what I brought home was a DVD about Canadian Veterans in Korean War.

Watching this documentary the first I thought about were the brave Canadian soldiers; the second, cruelty of war; the last, "who are to be blamed and who are to be honoured?"
I still vividly remember this documentary and the inception of controversy I have had.

(Although I do not remember the title of the original documentary, here I introduce another good Remembrance Day documentary worth taking a look: 28 Heroes)

That's the base of thought I came up with today. On last Remembrance Day, I thought if a day to remember only favoured an exclusive group of heroes such as Canadian, American, British or any other fallen soldiers of WWI, the point for the day of remembering those heroes is merely to fortify national patriotism; patriotism ubiquitously exists in any nation or country, but I felt a need to expand this narrow-minded thought.

Therefore I thought sharing what I wrote on last Remembrance Day would make the best Remembrance Day posting of this year.

Any comments of constructive criticism are welcome.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Being thoughtful on Remembrance Day,

I reflect on Life; it may be too early
To think about such grave issue - but it is
What this day is about, and what it must be.
We tear our hearts thinking of lost Canadians in war,
Government and teachers teach you to lament;
The youth recites In Flanders Fields
While the adults sob in harmony of bagpipe tunes;
Together we stand, lest we forget -
On your guard our beautiful country is in peace.
However until this day, no one gives respect
To lives lost in history of war, in the sense
We must credit our soldiers for national identity
And solidify the patriotism on this day in unison;
While in the world, hundreds and thousands of
Soldiers with different skin, hair, eye colours
Sacrifice their lives every day - for something;
For what they strongly believe in,
For which their creed strengthens in blood.
Oh, for their love, family, maybe country,
And only God knows, for their own life's sake.
If Remembrance Day was meant only for Canadians
Shall beautiful poppies stink in patriotism
But within this wonderful nation of such diversity
I shall borrow This Day to remember you:
Unnamed soldiers from unknown countries
Suffered and died in hope for peace someday,
And our Canadian soldiers sacrificed for
Their life, family’s safety, and their creed.
Until one day in history, not one poppy and a jasmine
Will weigh equally, anywhere in the world,
And until no life is disgraced in the name of
Ideology, identity, hegemony or any subsidiary
of Life, instilled by those greedy and selfish,
Beauty in all fallen flowers shall never be the same.
Before any idea, all Life is equal and beautiful,
Hence I wear this poppy to remember all of you.

Eiland Sair
Written on November 11, 2012
Edited on November 11, 2013

Lest We Forget

Halifax has got a "fall face"

A beautiful weather got to be shared with the world as I told a friend of mine in Europe.

"People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Picture            Eiland Sair
Quote from      BrainyQuote

Just a Thought On a Crazy Windy Day

Hali's got real spooky Halloween today; on the first day of November, we got a weather so fierce with rain and winds that I have not seen anything like this for several months.

It's a bit late (everything is, as always) in Halifax that real Halloween mood is made here the right next day. In my opinion, "nominal Halloween" is just a mere excuse for college university peeps for getting drunk at downtown.
And being not that proactive, I casually took my bike out and was riding like a tandem of downtown.. Voila Dalhousie, Public Garden and South End, I got my tasks almost done...

Then the chain creaked for a second and broke while I was biking right in the middle of road. For me, this meant one thing: I had to go back home walking. The situation was pretty much helpless, and although my home was not far away from where I stopped, I didn't want to modestly walk back. I was lazy yet didn't want to be a victim of bad fortune. Yea, I, indeed, got a rebel blood too.

So I ended up biking back home. Without a chain that restricted my bike and my thought which bikes must be pedaled to get moving. From the road I stopped to home it was straight downhill. Pretending I was getting the bike going I didn't ponder whether my deception convinced pedestrians and drivers. They got lots of other comedy to enjoy on a wet rough day, no?

I'm not sure if this lesson was enough for me to understand that things don't have to be the way they are as long as the improvised turns out the better. I kept my nose high and satisfied my rebel self by "biking" back home with my bike less its chain.

Playing with a natural phenomenon is just this fun; just a thought on a crazy windy day.




Eiland Sair

Eiland Sair Reverbnation