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The Heart & The Horde
My heart and horde are brawling
I call them reason and rhymes
Two entities whose power
transcends time and space.
An endless, savage battle that has
taken the life of many men.
Ignorance and consciousness lend themselves
as frontline nurses.
The objective good directs
the intentions of my heart
through the dark, into the dawn;
my babyface champion.
Working class civilians accept the heart
with open arms. It is the flames that light the fireplace
after a long night’s work. But in such dangerous things as war,
the worst errors stem from a spirit of compassion.
The theoretical good powers
the motives of the horde; the desire of growth.
The voice that refuses to wait for the Sun
and reveals the beauty of the moon; the heel champion.
Rejected and despised by parents,
the horde resorts to destruction to prove its point.
After all, everything in life needs to destroy in order to grow,
what makes me the exception?
When the horde tells me to leave, my heart shows me my bed.
When my heart wants me to stay, the horde shows me the cloud formations in the baby blue sky.
Maybe it is a matter of perspective,
that the two don’t wish to fight, but exist to protect.
A necessary function for all life,
to illustrate all the dangers in the world
and all the power of risks;
the people’s champion.
~ Shajijan Narendran
Memory of a Memory
Memories in a lifetime are the only connection to the past. Sure you could say “what about photographs or videos or journal entries” or whatever else. Documentation is simply a way to record the objective reality. A memory is the accumulation of subjectivity, interpretation, and the truth. A memory is the smell of the crisp air combined with the image of the setting sun. A memory is the feeling of togetherness, warmth, and joy that couldn’t be conveyed in a single image. And it’s only through our memories that we understand the unwritten rules of the universe. Without our ability to remember and look back at our life and all the things that happened, we lose our connection to the past, and more importantly, we lose a piece of our humanity.
~ Shajijan Narendran
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