Preface

It’s not what went beyond the hill and came back in the morning. I miss those which passed over the same hill but did not rain and I wait for the next ones desperately. Fine things and understanding are what is alien to me. The sound of music minus the singing is what fancies my ears. I don’t say I am a pretender but silence suits me as lost and confused words are not what anyone would love to hear all the time. Friends generally feel betrayed as they do mean a lot to me but their value is what I can’t explain. As purpose don’t seem to evade me while I flow to the next hill. I am yet hopeful that I am what God has made me and what he really wants to save till last.

This however does not explain my unpredictable behavior. While I am not someone who will kill myself I am someone who will think about it too. Decisions are final or momentary is what the fate decides. I say no!! The very moment when they are made is what your subconscious decides deliberately. Nothingness is what surrounds me most as it does to all. Substantialize the reason of what matters to you and you will see that what matters most to one is what is most frugal and irrelevant as that very thing is just waiting for the first reason or mistake to finish, all which was so dear and so pleasant.  If everything which you possess is what is most vulnerable in sustenance then why is that what is closest to us really so dear to our heart.  Attachment comes with a price and so does love, why then two people fool lust as love and value love as lust later. This wait is endless as it is for something that does not exist. The existence in reality just so vague and pointless that some make it interesting by making things work and bringing dilution and rest the not to positive ones make it sad enough to end the damn thing, then there are ones who spend it all, trying to decipher their purpose. 

Hahahahahahahaaha !! Let’s give it a laugh at least…..

 

Why are we trying to make things perfect, who defines perfection? I believe the last perfect thing devised was life and that too at the cost of flowing time, as everything post life is only an adjustment to life itself or time. Survival being the genesis of all predicament. It’s a debacle to figure any root to confusion or clarity in similar tandem. As we progress to the 4th dimension, what we have perceived of the rest three are only what our situational experience has guided us to understand. I am no scientist to contest what theories have been deciphered, I am rather that man who sits by the window and looks into the fraying site of the passing clouds and thinks why do we decipher, wasn’t it hidden for a purpose. If we lose the articulation of thoughts derived from what we have studied and we let go of the words which were induced from our education, we don’t have a language devised for communication. All left is a thought, some experience, a day & night, an instinct.

 What do I think now?

What do I make perfect now?

I can and only “just be” as time passes and life flows …………..