Saturday, December 19, 2015

NAKED STREET


"There are scenes hidden in an open street until clicked."
                                                                           -Leone Moonrose-



Seeing the invisible.
Notice the unnoticed.


Find the beauty through reality of the so-called natural in a concrete jungle...
The street.



Observe everything on its environment.
What do you see?
Aren't you seeing the naked truth in every lie? 
Aren't you seeing the naked street flashed before the lens of your naked eyes?


"It is not just about who are you seeing,
it is all about what are you seeing,.. and WHY."


One fine morning, with a bunch of self confidence in my pocket, a bag of positive insights and a great desire to capture interesting subjects, I went out, headed towards the concrete jungle.




I was walking along the so-called busy street, with my DSLR camera in my hand, ready to click anything that captures my attention. The usual scenario of people going to and fro from their homes to respective business, works, schools or malls wearing different faces, flaunted before my eyes. 



It's a typical busy street with all kinds of people (masked or unmasked) from different races, trying to make a decent living or try undressing people's innocence - the street children, beggars, the homeless and the societies nobodies that populated the place.



It is ended a jungle where predators control the place and preys try to live for survival.
It is a street where pedestrian oriented safety and navigation feature were removed.. leaving all the unsolved crimes behind.
It is a place where morality issue is left behind the corner.


It is a busy street ...
dressed with nakedness!

I wonder...
Is it the beauty of the so-called "natural" in a concrete jungle?
Where did all the so-called servant leaders go?
Where are the assigned authorities to man the busy street and maintain safety?
Where are the implemented laws (or do they really have laws)?

I didn't hear anything from the "alta-sociedad" personalities and politicians who once stepped down in this concrete jungle to give promises asking support, just to get more votes during election... 
I can't hear them, seriously!
Am I deaf? or their voice are simply not audible to ordinary citizen?

I hear no voice...
I even hardly hear the engine humming, car horns, yells, laughter and alien words from different creatures in the street.
I hardly hear the cries and pleas of people who were victim of stealing, murder and other street crimes which until now remained unsolved.

I heard only one voice...
the voice of survival from injustice. 

I heard it, but my eyes refused to see.


...My lens couldn't capture a thing.
My naked eyes have seen nothing but a "naked street", clothed with uncertainty, false hopes and injustice.






Sunday, September 27, 2015

WHAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE? (try to find answers)


Posted by: Leony Moonrose
Courtesy of: Lavi Singh


Sometimes we have so much going on in our heads that we just go around in circles. We ask too many questions and the rest are left unanswered.
We try to ask others, yet they seemed not to bother at all.




One of the questions bugging my mind is, "Why do we compare ourselves to others?" 

We always complain that our life is not great. We think and believe that other people get better life than us. Consciously or unconsciously, we have this inner desire to acquire what they have and wish to be like them. We disregard the fact that there are many people who are less fortunate than us.

Why do we focus on what others have, instead of recognizing our own blessings and be grateful about it? 
Envy? Jealousy?
Why do we always look at one side?

If we try to look around us, we could actually see the other side, yet we refuse to see. Why? that's one of the many questions.

During our teenage life, we start to realize how our parents trust people. They teach us to be trustful and loving. In return we love them more and with much respect, we find ourselves listening to every single thing they say, -- like never get envious, do good with people because when we do good we will reap goodness. If we show them kindness and make them happy, we will get the happiness we deserve. 
This is their legacy that leaves an indelible mark on us.

But life is tough...
and so are people.
Usually, things won't turn out the way we wanted it to be or the way our parents has pictured it for us.
We cannot expect people to treat us the way we treated them with:
-love
-trust
-compassion

It just all happen on the other side.
So there goes a bunch of questions...

What’s the point of trusting when the people whom we trust aren’t trustworthy at all? 

Do good values work only to family or blood relation? 
Why do we need to be good when there is a choice not to?

What’s the use of making people happy when all they know is hurt? 

Some people show us care and concern when things are smooth but when times get rough do they really care that much?

We sometimes give a promise to someone that we never gonna let them hurt come what may. 
Does this really work? 
Isn’t it like a promise written on water?

I wished things were trouble-free and questions were easy
..that could be handled even by kids of yesterday.

As we grow old, things are getting complicated.
We bumped into wrong relationships, meet wrong people at the right place or right people in the wrong place.
We stumbled into wrong decisions after pure intentions.
Then we start to say, "How I wish things were on the other side".

How I wish there's a rewind...
So I could drive my life simply like a kid and experience back the sweet moments of my youth.. 
picking up every memories meant to be treasured and savor its sweetness with the loving care of my parents.

oh darn!
I missed my childhood.
I missed being a kid..
...having bonding with parents
I missed how they took good care of me and didn’t even sleep because I was in pain.. even simple pain like stomach upset, tooth ache or fever..
I missed those times when I feel safe in their presence.
... those times on how I get relax when they gave me a tight hug, a kiss at my forehead that made me forget all the worries,
I missed those moments each time I have questions and they’re always there to answer me…
I missed my innocence.



Now, I am in the other side of the world..
I am in a complicated world where simple questions are left unanswered
I feel like I am in the other dimension, where simplicity doesn’t exist.
I am in a world where mother or father’s care is almost forgotten because of the influences of someone who came into our lives
I am in a world where sons and daughters couldn’t stay awake all night long just to hold their parents hands..
A kind of world where parents are mostly left unattended and deprived from all sort of comfort,
I am in this side of the world they call…. REAL.

What is more valuable in this kind of world?

If I would be given a chance to choose which side of the world I would be..

I would buy back yesterday and start anew
 ...on the other side



What is that side?




These questions 
will remain unanswered unless 
we continue the journey

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