When was the last time the tree looked beautiful? When was the last time the breeze tasted sweet? When was the last time the moon looked as though it was the only thing in the sky? When was the last time the clouds gave inspiration? When was the last time i gave a damn to anything? The worse part is knowing the answers.
Being oneself in another world makes one someone else. Either the one should change or the world should change. The world shall. The one shall always remain the One.
I could not identify myself then. I got lost. I was myself and that ended up in odd reactions and indifference. I had doubts.
I failed to impress where i was supposed to.
Today I've found myself, the mild One, my only hope.
The sky looks beautiful again and i don't give a damn.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
where am i?
An artist is sufficiently a philosopher,
A philosopher is necessarily an artist.
the mirage
A philosopher is necessarily an artist.
the mirage
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
why?
One is being watched, judged, estimated, expected by every other and most of whom are bloody below the one who is being calibrated.
the people around me, the friends who talk, those who do not, words, waiting for replies, waiting for judgments, accepting compromises, accepting perspectives, expectations, deadlines, rules, conditions, limits, freedom, volatility, time,.
Where do i belong? I certainly do not belong here. This place is very much unlike the place i have to be at. I feel misplaced. I do not have a choice. I have to cope up with the never ending compromises this world is making and also live up to the expectations of this world. I am unable to say that this world is unfair, for it may not be the truth, for it is so very beautiful that it cannot be unfair. Too many questions, too many view points, too many answers. To give up is easy here, to achieve is hard.
Why does a pint of poison in milk makes the milk poisonous and a pint of milk in poison does not make any difference? Why is it always so that we have to work against something to live and flow with the stream to drown? These questions are pointless to most people, but for the people who have a purpose or for those who decided to live with one, these questions do matter. It is true that the Universe shall conspire for the success of those who dream, but living by these rules, conditions and expectations makes the journey * i do not know what *.
Maybe there is some other world where things are the way i aspire. I cannot go there now nor can i end my stay here, for wherever i am i have to be myself and do what i have decided to do, for i have burnt every bridge behind me, for i am a strand of infinite intelligence that has to evolve.
the people around me, the friends who talk, those who do not, words, waiting for replies, waiting for judgments, accepting compromises, accepting perspectives, expectations, deadlines, rules, conditions, limits, freedom, volatility, time,.
Where do i belong? I certainly do not belong here. This place is very much unlike the place i have to be at. I feel misplaced. I do not have a choice. I have to cope up with the never ending compromises this world is making and also live up to the expectations of this world. I am unable to say that this world is unfair, for it may not be the truth, for it is so very beautiful that it cannot be unfair. Too many questions, too many view points, too many answers. To give up is easy here, to achieve is hard.
Why does a pint of poison in milk makes the milk poisonous and a pint of milk in poison does not make any difference? Why is it always so that we have to work against something to live and flow with the stream to drown? These questions are pointless to most people, but for the people who have a purpose or for those who decided to live with one, these questions do matter. It is true that the Universe shall conspire for the success of those who dream, but living by these rules, conditions and expectations makes the journey * i do not know what *.
Maybe there is some other world where things are the way i aspire. I cannot go there now nor can i end my stay here, for wherever i am i have to be myself and do what i have decided to do, for i have burnt every bridge behind me, for i am a strand of infinite intelligence that has to evolve.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
hmmm
If a gift were to be valued by its worth or utility, you can never gift anything to the world's richest man and or or to the world's happiest man and in fact you can gift anything to the latter.
the (very confused) mirage
the (very confused) mirage
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