Fine on my own!

She was made of colours

Bursting into flames,

Like the clouds crashing

Into the mountains;

But this was never

Only about her;

It was always about

Something bigger than

Her or even you!

She looked around, and

found herself alone;

But when she looked inside,

Everything she needed,

Was right there.


Yes, you.

On the bathroom floor, he laid,

His throat slit, blood everywhere;

Temple of Knowledge tainted.

First, they came for the women,

Now, it is the children.

Did you gain anything from your lust?

Lust for a seven-year-old boy?

Was he wearing something revealing,

Or did he give you a sign?

Was it his smile that provoked you?

It is not our children, women or even men who need to change;

It is you who needs to change.

Yes, you.



This is for all those people who have been always misunderstood; to the people who have constantly build themselves up, only to be kicked to the ground each time they managed to stand up and dream again; to the people, who constantly try to keep their fire alive.

I have given up; given up on life, love, dreams, hope and a better time. There comes a time when you just have to fuss it up and admit defeat. I am the kind of person who you could hurt a million times but I would still be there for you, because I believe that people can change. Everyone has goodness in them, they just need someone to believe in them, to help them see it and find it and to hold onto it for eternity. I still believe that. I no longer believe that for me anymore though.

I have given in to being the villain, to being the bad person, to being the person who just does not care anymore about anything. I have become numb and the deafening silence has become home. I need to stop believing that things can change, that people can change, that if you try your hardest and give it your best, what you want to happen will happen. Because it doesn’t and it won’t.

This is my journey into the darkness, because the light is just not reliable. It comes and goes, but darkness, now that is something that always stays with you no matter what. Why are we always trying so hard to fight the darkness off? Why do we think darkness is such a bad thing? I have come to realize it is absolute bliss. You don’t feel anything, you have no expectations, no dreams, no hopes, hence no worries. Could there be anything more wonderful than that really?

I am tired of trying to make people understand the reasons behind my actions, the silent intentions of good will. Hate is an easier thing than love. Love, that needs effort – lots of efforts. Hate is so simple and easy. Just hate everything and everyone. I am tired of the light, the love and all the efforts it requires. I know that whoever is reading this probably thinks that I am a lazy bitch. You may think whatever you want; I no longer give a fuck.

Solitude is easy. Living in a world in your head is easy. Going through life and being unaffected by everything that is happening around you is easy. I get so worked up about climate change, mass extinction, genocide and war in the Middle East, the religions being divided, but what for, really? How can mere little me change anything in the world, when I cannot even get what I want? What a silly little hypocrite I am.

I am so shattered and battered right now, I can’t even feel the pain from the bruises I have inflicted upon myself. I am tired of doing things and wishing others well in silence. What is the use of being a good person or praying for others or trying to make people see the truth? Why should I be bothered? Why do I need to look to others to become better, wiser, happier people?

I am done. I give up. I surrender. I admit defeat.

Now shoot me and take me out of my misery.


Awakening, Musings, Uncategorized

The Mystery of History

What exactly is history? How can we determine what happened in the past? How do we know that what is being taught to us about the past is really what happened or not? Everything in the world is to some extent touched by the hand of propaganda.

For example: Many people have a certain prejudice towards communism without really understanding what it really is. We blindly believe what is told to us and we don’t bother doing the research and finding out the truth of the matter for ourselves. In the day and time of the internet, blindly believing in what is being told to you, is a choice.

The sources from which we obtain information about the societies or civilizations of the past, cannot be completely accurate. Every time someone writes a sentence, there is always some sort of bias that inevitably comes into play.

These days there is so much Islamophobia going around the globe, and honestly, how many of us truly even what Islam is about? Governments always have a hidden agenda. Break out of the barriers and see that we are all one. We are all human beings with equal right to a happy life.

The history that is taught to us, in the same way, has some sort of propaganda attached to it. It is important to research facts and use the internet to its maximum potential. The internet has all the information and knowledge that we know of; Why not broaden our horizons and the way we use the internet for something other than just entertainment?

Curiosity may have killed the cat; but healthy skepticism has only made man wiser.





Oh, the magnificent irony

My hands locked around his neck,

I watched the lights go out,

His eyes a black hole of pain,

I watched the life go out of him,

His body falling away,

The look on his face,

Forever engrained in my memory;

The betrayal was too great,

The ending too horrific;

I bent down towards his lifeless figure,

And kissed him one last time with poisonous lips;

The skies turned a terrible purple,

The sea a horrific olive green,

I laid down next to him as

the poison shattered my life force;

the sky started bleeding blood,

as the Universe looked down, and

laughed; a deep guttural evil laugh.

Oh the magnificent irony.

Oh, the magnificent irony.


Why Leo Murasaki?

All of us have something to write about. It could be about something that interests us, something that is a hobby of ours that we would like to share with the world, or simply thoughts in our mind that we need to get out and share to let them go.

None of the above reasons is why I started writing this blog.

I am writing for the thing that I am missing in life: long, intelligent, deep conversations. I have a different way of looking at the world. I write in the hope that someone would comment something on my posts that invokes a discussion, a conversation that challenges people and their way of life.

My posts could be about anything really: science, politics, spirituality, philosophy, psychology – anything. What I write about however, will have a different perspective though. My personal one, but one that challenges the common perspective.

I started this blog to find similar people- people who have their own take on the way this world is working. Or even, find people who will argue and quarrel and challenge the way I see the world.

Great conversations lead to great things I believe and nothing is more important in this day and time than continuous learning and self-growth. And I want my blog to help others and myself to grow.

Leo Murasaki.


The Syrian Talks in Venice FAILED.

As predicted the talks in Venice failed as the different players could not come to a decision. Another round of talks is supposed to take place in two weeks.

USA is ready to deploy its troops on the ground in Syria where it is likely for them to run into Russian military and also possibly the Iranian military.

Other than the key players that were present at the talks (mentioned in the previous post), Britain, France, Germany, Italy and other European Union countries and Arab countries were present at the talks.

If the USA runs into Russian and Iranian military, World War 3 is inevitable. Major players on the world stage have already taken sides and while the round of talks have been scheduled after two weeks, there is no telling what will happen next.

All we can do is wait and watch. Right?

But if all this was happening with your own country, would you still wait and watch? Damascus, the capital of Syria is already ruined. Would you still wait and watch if your own capital city was ruined? Of course you would stand up and fight. But, it is not your capital city, it is not your religion, it is not your country. So you sit and watch.

That is how low our humanity has become. Unless the problem hits home, it is not our problem. Then wait and watch till World War 3 arrives. Wait till it is too late.