Sweet pain, bitter pleasure!

Meeting!! Which is not a meeting in its true sense!!!! Could finally close the distance between sky and earth, somewhere upon the horizon..
Thinking, which has taken away all deliberations…. continues to preoccupy this naive mind.
Pandiculation of the spirit while sleeping…and sculpting of a soul while awake.
Rhythmic beats of hearts confused with static breaths, burning sensations in mind conflated with prickling of skin.
A pain, most sweet, and the pleasure, a burden… such an insanity befalls a person in love…

Love – is there any such thing existing in actuality? Or is it a figment of my imagination? A confirmation bias of some collated emotions? Is this a disease, or the cause of a disease? Or, is it, perhaps, a prevention? Does love ever inculcate any sort of satisfaction? Or is this purely a misconception, misapprehension, or a misdiagnosis?
Love – keeping us alive when we are dead within, but it kills us gradually throughout our lifetimes…When looking for It, it simply slips away, and when trying to escape, its bosom, it pounces and strikes, silently, but surely ….
Love – an imposition for affluence, and a longing of destitution… water, the essential need of living beings, and a yearning of a thirsty spirit…
Love -a fulfilment and the anguish at the same time!!

Oh! These violences!!!

It’s easy to spend all night with eyes on sky, waiting for the morning. A morning with rays of light that usher in hopes and dreams. One is unthinkingly misled into welcoming the sunrise. But it’s never easy to confront it’s scorching reality, that could just as easily being blindness. Hoping and waiting within the fabric of one’s dreams is both good and desirable, until, and unless, those ultimate pleasures arrive.
What would happen when they simply came and passed away, like shadows before the morning sun? A happy, now suddenly an unhappy ending to all those dreams and expectations? Is there anything that we can point towards and which actually exists as a ‘happily ever after?’
A drought needs rain, what if the rain on its way cause a flood instead?
Oceans too present aesthetic beauty, but, like life, is it all that easy to dive into them and survive?
Delights are, in actuality, De-lights! Dark, often so Dark and dreary!
They are like a fairy’s magic spell which would wear off after its allotted time.
Spells which could bring Delighted wounds out of dismayed pleasures.
Isn’t living with a dry throat far better than to live with a wet throat, which would never become thirsty again? Hence, never being ever to feel the yearning, the pleasure of being thirsty again.
Isn’t the living amid deserted place better to inhabit, a space between those breweries which would become inevitably unattractive, and left to ruin and decay?
But, could one fail to seek the experience of delights, despite knowing that they would work upon one as naturally as the universal fact that breathing is the process of inhaling and exhaling. When one inhaled then air has to be exhaled otherwise it would poison us.
It’s a truth, a reality, a fact, that whosoever meets strangely, within strange surroundings within the clash of inimical cultures, must eventually come part. With every union there’s a separation. It’s a flow of life with flaws in it. One has to fall in order to rise. One has to rise to yet fall in love. A pleasurable fall to achieve a burning rise!!! Like sky and earth, living parallel to each other, having a distance between but one without the other is Nothing!!!

ME

I am my own strength and everyone ought to be one owns…One has to be strong enough to introspect oneself deeply, should be aware of weaknesses within..the biggest battle of our lives is with ourselves… I am strong enough to confront myself… are you?

Am I beautiful? Question I had asked to mirror for many years… Now I smile at my stupidity! Being a living person, I was asking a lifeless figure to praise my beauty…. the day when I realised that I am living and all living beings have some flaws, I became beautiful that day by accepting the truth that I have flaws within me…

Fear is the epidemic disease!! It not only harms the person who holds it but it torments those who present around us. It is when we become able to differentiate between illusions and reality, good and bad, and above all, how to take right decisions at correct time, we become fearless….

I am learning… And I will keep myself on thus track… No learnt knowledge, no universities can make us wise until and unless, we make mistakes and has power enough to accept them and have determination not to repeat them..

By gaining above all qualities, eventually I become a lover… I have gone through criticism, scepticism and have faced the hate and arguments… Yes I am a lover with broken heart filled with treasure!!!!

I can smile now, laugh out now on my mistakes, blunders which I did… It’s the outcome of the sadness hidden inside…

Finally, I have achieved everything I want and become what I wanted to be..I won..
I AM VICTORIOUS!!!!!

Secrets

Secrets!!! What are they? Why are they kept inside the envelopes of lies? Are they divine, noble or bluffs? Do they really exists or just are the result of chemical reactions in mind which cause curiosity? Are they illusions or real confusions?

From Beginning of the process of conception till death… our lives are secrets heading towards a secret. Most people categorize these secrets as a part of religion, some as a part of their intuitions, some call them ill-visions of human thoughts.

Besides above mentioned categories, there is another one too. I wonder at those people who live their lives the same way each day, same routine, same thinking, without giving a thought to secrets folded in the bundles of nature.

Secrets!!! An untold truths coded in subtle messages and interweaved into threads of relativity!

Question arises that to how decode them? May be with help of precognitive eyes. Then one could criticise it as biased? May be by use of intellect. One could again oppose by calling it subjective? May be by attaining knowledge. It too get outdated sometimes… isn’t it?

Secrets!!!!! A truth rolled inside the historic events could only be discovered by gaining knowledge of past, keeping keen eyes on the matters occurring in present and keeping in mind the possibilities of events occurring in future on the basis of past and present.

Secrets!!! Embodied in nature, events around us, people, hence in everything… are like insidious bugs colonizing in the center of flowers.

I got it!

Who Am I?
A broken piece of glass or a fragile flask, a strong iron bar or melted metal art. A submissive sheep or wild deer, a lioness who roars or a human encased in female role. Subtle web of spider or a dead strand holding pearls. A drop of ocean or ocean in a drop, a body made of cells or a molecule holding secrets.
Firstly I was in love with stars, the biggest truth of my life which eventually becomes biggest lie which I have ever told myself. Reality was different. Reality is always different than perceptions. Whenever the night prevailed, I went outside and laid on the grass to see those stars. Thinking about the ways to catch them, to reach them, to embrace them. The more I tried to think of reaching skies, the more deeper I got into myself. Isn’t it painful when one wants to go above and someone pulls us beneath? With passing time and frequent failures to achieve my goals, I got tired and developed the friendship with the moon. I saw the star beside the moon, standing and looking at it with exhorting eyes. I got jealous. Driven by envy and burning in resentment, I decided to take revenge. Now I wanted to become a moon. I searched for the light to get reflect upon me. A candle flaring inside me showed me direction. I went deeper into the fire and realized; I am neither star nor a moon. I am a sun within. Light is MINE and moon is what I became. Star was not beside the moon, it was looking at me in real. I was in love with stars becomes a lie and truth is that the stars are in love with me. It was not me who tried to reach them once, they were those stars who tried to get into my universe.

Life cycle

Life; a beautiful butterfly have undergone metamorphosis is now fluttering here and there, in search of nectar to survive. Life; a deep emotion hidden, what is in front is not always same behind. Life; a splendid sun, falling and rising , burning and shining, hiding and emerging but never give ups towards its purpose, a purpose to become a source of light to lives. Life; a gasp, once released will never come back. Life; a cycle, from an innocent child, a vigorous youth, a loving couple, and then losing the beloved one and finally turned into a grave stone..

Is that only trace left of mine? Is the grave stone only sign? Is that a reason I am created for? How could this easily I resign?

No, never, I am a garden of my own, no matter I am here all alone. This is my life and I am breathing now. Breathing is a sign that I am living now, will definitely pave my own way, never let my life go astray. I am the sun of my Life, shining and burning , falling and rising everyday. Why should I sacrifice myself, I am the light of my world. No red sea will harm me. I am the galaxy and universe.

Life cycle

Is that only trace left of mine? Is the grave stone only sign? Is that a reason I am created for? How could this easily I resign?