Jane Kur

Can’t we live without primal prejudices and shallow stereotyping?

Today I was kindly introduced to a key member of an organization, whose first line of her self-introductory was “come and join us”. I was utterly shocked; I froze for about a tenth of a second. Trying to hide my surprise and keep up my courtesy, I sent her a sheer smile and gave out a ‘maybe’ gesture.

There was no harm on her line, no self-indulging or any hint of self-superiority whatsoever. But whatever happened to “hi, how are you?”, or “nice to meet you, where are you from?” or “what do you do?”.

Whatever happened to the basic conversational skills, and the common courtesy of communication?

Why do people need to ‘group’ others to a certain race, belief, or even sexual preference?

Is it a grueling thing for the twenty-first century dwellers to accept an individual as is?

In a highly evolved society, where nations are civilized and independently administered, even the most individual soul is categorized into a certain group.

Nomad, melancholic, anti-social, boat-rocker,…

and many more names that supposedly can describe the many characteristics within a unique individual. Do you think it’s wise to see someone as an Aquarian, or Libran, or a Horse or Dog and judge their characteristics according to the ‘groups’ that they belong to?

I’d say, nay.

”My songs are not clear, and many could not hear

It is engraved in silence, and to listen you don’t need an ear

I’m more than a canvas, you’d have to go deep through them

And once you can infiltrate the covers, I’m all yours to keep.”

JK

Come, my dear

Let me take you to an opened window of my heart

Sit by me, my dear

I will tell you a story no one has ever heard

The facts and myths of the known, and the unknown

The beginning and end of many more to hear

The construction and abolishment of endless things

Of meetings, fallings, breakings, healings

Maybe you would know, maybe you wouldn’t

Because this door was tightly shut

Many have tried to penetrate, but failed

Because this door, well it’s locked from inside

But you’ve been there before, even from outside

I think you didn’t notice you were there

Because your shoes left messy prints all over the inside

But now I’ve wiped them all away, it’s clean. It’s pure.

Have you ever wondered why I took you there?

How long will it take until you realize your presence in
mine?

You touched my sheets, read my books

Remember how we made music together?

My songs are not clear, and many could not hear

It is engraved in silence, and to listen you don’t need an
ear

I’m more than a canvas, you’d have to go deep through them

And once you can infiltrate the covers, I’m all yours to
keep.

JK

Since when does dream become reality?

Some left over sensations that has been suppressed

Hoped that they will eventually deteriorate and vanish

Few rare elements that are surprisingly powerful

How would the dead feel when they’re brought back to life?

Is it necessarily a refreshing and liberating thing,

Or a merely past lifetime path that should be left behind?

And which one would satisfy them more?

Do the strong strife for future hopes

Or do the hopeful endure for what’s worth itself?

JK

Winter is here again

Ah, what a reminiscence

I can see people with their familiar faces

I can clearly taste the winter dishes that I often had

The grassy hills, with a warm touch of sun

This familiar smell, this homely air.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn

It goes by and by and life past me by

A lot of smiles, a lot of cries

And a hell lot of everything else.

From playground to university,

From comics to textbooks

And then it grew to offices and houses

And now, maturity and responsibility.

Yet in this solitude, I yearn for something much more

Something that would stay through the seasons

Winter me, Spring me, Summer me, Autumn me

And after it’s done, we’ll do it all over again.

JK