Thursday, 12 July 2012

Many Faces, One Soul

   It is almost some time, maybe a fortnight that I have initiated a new journey towards life. A next chapter? Maybe, yes. The experience to change is neither mind-boggling nor nostalgic. The atmosphere speaks casualness and competing to be the vagabond Mad Hatter around. Sounds weird? *grunts unhappily*. Perhaps it is. Life becomes monotonous and the more you try to break free from the daily errands routine, the more entangled you become. Life does not come cheap, in fact it plays being a bitch all the time. It does not have a time limit. The day one realizes kindness is the right streamlined pathway to performing karma, life plays such an ugly tops turvy turn that you think otherwise. Is it our fault that we try to do something favourable and good? Why are there only adverse affects for the beast, duckling and the limp? I sprinkle holy water over me like a vampire, disgusted. This diamonds hit me like a whore's seduction.
    Calm, sobriquet and teleports me into an orgasmic state of ghastly trance. I need no weed this time, for it gives me a high appallingly equal enough. There is no friendly soul nearby. Water when hits the bottom sounds like clanking stones on one another. Makes me realize, I am temporary. My thoughts are temporary. This indicates that I get influenced easily by others and the surroundings. More I try to retaliate, the more drawn I get towards it. It is like a benign cancer. Am I contaminated? Perhaps. The respected scholars around the world opinionated to be reclusive, averse and stoic. But can I be an expressionless? Try and try till you succeed. So, yes!
     It has been a riveting and learning experience for me. The more people I observe, the more expressionless I become. It is been like a silence which covers all ailments. A disease. Creeping slowly.
     I mumble. I think again. Is this really of any reference? Yes, it is. There is a destiny associated for every yin and yang. The process to identify and make oneself self-aware is challenging, inspiring and provoking. It is like the visibility of a rainbow. Beautiful in its full display but deteriorating selflessly. The eyes look at me. Dark, intense and yet determined. Hollow but deep. They speak stories. They scream experience over their hardships, defeats and loneliness. They yearn for assistance, love and nirvana. Can humility be an answer to it? It cannot be taught, it has to be realized. An analytically act? 
     Perhaps. 
Siddhesh
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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