‘Love’ the four letter world that sums up every emotion in the world.Great sacrifices,fierce battles and more is done in the name of love.
Some people argue that the mother’s love is the greatest expression of love in the world. Religious pundits are of the belief that love of God is the greatest love of all.
For instance even athiests search for love in the material world ,in truths and science that exixtsed collaterally in heavens and earths.
If I were to give a synonym for this word,I’ll choose “selfish”.
Love is the supreme act of selfishness.An art of being in Union with yourself and your feelings.
The love of your mother and the love of the Divine is all the same fantasy unwrapped in different colours.
True love is being selfish.When a lover leaves a person he becomes depressed.But in reality he is conquered by the fear of not being loved by someone special.
After all ,we should all accept that in every human being there is a voice crying inside to be loved.
Love can only be experienced when it is reciprocated by someone or something.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
I was reviewing and rewinding the events in my life. Of course I couldnt recollect every detail.Most of the events involved situations were I considered inaction against action.
As I sit back in my chair and draft this story, memories of joy and sadness flash simultaneously around me.I finally realize that I cannot hold on to either of them.
People . Faces – I met of lot of people this year,but I couldn’t get a hold on anyone.I left some of them behind while others voluntarily walked away from me.You know who they are. Of all the people that I loved and hurt knowingly and unknowingly I assure you that I will better myself.
Choices -‘ You cannot make right choices everytime’.My choices defines my existence in this world.
Insecurities and affirmations – Throughout my life I felt insecure like a rat trapped in an infinite maze ,until someone magically pulled me out of it only to leave me to a bigger maze later.Without those special people I wouldnt be alive narrating this to you.They are my friends and family.
Virtues and Sin – Today I realize that ‘awareness ‘is the greatest virtue and unawareness the biggest sin.
I hope you will be vigilant and be aware of your existence.
After a long sleep the narcoleptic writer woke up to his senses,though he couldn’t make any sense about anything.His stories are narrated by filthy drunk men and concumbines of heavens who visited him in dreams and forced him to write lies about them.
Hence they are glorified forever in the minds of the people.
A word written down in the books of men is millions of permutations and combinations that can’t cease to exist.
When the cross becomes too heavy. Leave it there for a while, Start afresh with no strings attached,
The strings won’t help you hold it on your back, You have to carry your baggage Searching for Gold in rags won’t help either Neither the search for God in Demi Human creator.
Rather stop carrying the crosses built by Them
And let them be forced to carry the ones made by you.
I came to this world without a name
No color ,nor creed,
Without religion and gender,
Sans knowledge of time(Sans wisdom of knowledge)
No thoughts nor worries
Yet I long to go back sans nothing
Sleeping hitherto till the sun burns your bum is a delight any day, not when you are working though!
I woke up today embracing the sun rays which were reluctant to leave me.
None the less i shut the windows killing the light
Closed with curtains!
Sun rays still cut through the curtains.
Anyways I felt better this time around.
I brushed and shaved my beard.
Then I noticed my mirror, it was distorted because of the dust that it collected from outside.
~ After a while ~
I cleaned my mirror and I could see a clear reflection of my face.
An undistorted image of myself.
I plugged in my earphones and was lying in my bed,suddenly an insight struck me..
I pulled out the ear buds from my ears and started to think about my conscience.
I couldn’t see anything,it was distorted with dust collected from the life around me and the life about me.
Unlike my mirror I can’t clean my conscience with a cloth.
Contemplating about my conscience attracts more dust.
I curtained my conscience with” Masks” which I switch from time to time.
Like the sun rays reaching through my curtains,the dust is getting collected no matter how hard I try to curb them.
She sprayed her power everywhere,
solitude was torn out from her womb,
Fragrance turned into stench,
Mountains into debris.
A Silent killing spree,
Kissing everything in her sight
Setting all spirits free.
I walked down the lane, took a sip of the electrolyte shake and proceeded to the shop.
My PDA was flooding with notifications about my high blood pressure and unrhythmic beatings of my heart.
My oxygen levels were normal since my oxy jets were re filled yesterday.
Its very difficult to spot a placidity shop these days.It took me 50 hours track down one in my country.
I was welcomed by a group of nuns who wore robes which was made of some sort of animal skin.I think its leather,its the closest to leather which I have seen in a decade. A nun who hid his face walked me to the placidity chamber.
The head of the institution was sitting on the side of chamber,his face covered with a veil.
I started to tell him all my worries,sorrows,tensions and all burdens.He heard everything like a little kid with calm and composure.
Just like the priests in Catholic church who used to give confessions.
I felt so happy once I was done with unloading the burden from my head.
I went back home.At night I could feel peace with myself,no more warning pulse notifications in my PDA.
I slept like a baby but without a sleeping bag this time.
I finally felt happiness without the help of pills and machines.
My virtual assistant booked an advanced appointment for me for next year in the placidity shop to buy peace .
Oh I forgot to liquefy water to make O2..
I almost blacked out when I got there,
Maybe they must have placed me here,
I’m writing slams and plans,
Killing everything in my way,
Spurring spits and blood all over my body,
You fused your spirits into my mind,
Driving me to a dungeon.
Rinsing me with blood.
The blood of the prodigal son,
Now I’m the prodigal son.
Skinning and churning blood out of bodies
Am I still dreaming.
No i ain’t,
I’m writing slams again in water.
I kicked your belly,
Giving you sprains and drains
Welcomed me by kissing my feet,
The same feet that kicked you,
I gave you sleepless nights,
Yet you made me sleep at nights,
I gave you the greatest pain,
Yet you clutched me plain,
I owe you for your prayers and blessings.
Coz when I look at the stars,
I can only see your face
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