The beauty of this page made my literature hesitate...

Writing is an art...its deliverance...its fulfilling...its the consummation of thought...its immortal.

I've read a few... a few that I forgot...a few that I foresaw...a few that I dreamt...a few that I believed...a few that gave me life.

I've written fewer...they are mine to think...they are mine to hope....they are mine to choose.

A cognitive thought process, purpose and depth...some say is essential to a writer.

For me... a jot of ink would do.

A pleasure that I do not know to describe and my language falling short to do so...for me its the feeling that parlays all other...

A true window unto myself...a oneness with the spirit...

I live when I write...and other moments I think about it to survive.

A world without life would it have been if the beauty of this page was untouched!

Uncertainty

Uncertainty has been the only constant in my life thus far. So constant that I am not lame enough to indulge in perpetual thinking anymore. I react most of the time and, in a way, I have perfected my existence through it. While reacting I can choose to act on my principles and I can control the way I'm presented. I have stopped worrying about trying to influence how I am perceived. As a matter of fact this is a far better way of life than a thoughtful and planned one. I have learnt to enjoy the ride and I can put anything that comes up to the best use at that situation. Yeah, everyone is told to plan ahead and anticipate surprises etc., But I need not anymore worry over judging whether I have thought about everything.

Reacting - Right there I have the ability to control the consequences. Right there I don't have to count all the variables. Right there is peace of mind.

No Matter

However hard we prepare for an eventuality...

However hard we try to defy it...

However hard we calculate all variables...
However vigilant we remain...

However connected we are...

However capable we are...

Inevitably, we end up exactly where we do not intend...

A withering more than a bye-pass it shall always be.

Twitch if it helps ;)

Life is a Fight?

I do not know why people call it, 'the battle of life' (-for life- changes the meaning altogether)... 'the biggest fight'...

I really don't. We are so very bothered of the consequences of the lack of control. We try to control not only the course but the outcome as well... And call it FIGHT! wow! lame!

For once let us understand that a life has much to offer. Let us not demean it by making it a menial struggle of in-consequentiality.

Faced with what we see as absolute and irrelevant torture of the heart.

The greater meaning is unsaid, unknown and unconquered.

Let its sanctity remain. Let us do a lot than preach. Let us make this a progressive race. Let us not ruin what we can't make.

A glorious use of time!

Life is not singular!

You are, so am I, and so is else!

Independent Solitude?

Is there a constant need for companionship... what do we seek by its presence? the sociality of our being? Is it just that? why is the design so that we require constant reassurance?

The connection that can unite all being is the same connection we feel as our basic need. In short the design wanted the co-existence of all being. There is no triumph unless its unanimous. There is no need that is not unanimous. Yet independence is what we seek. We seek and prove it is just a word that describes a state unknown. We still do not understand that as the self-established supreme being of this world we have the power to see. To see that we all comprise of the same. The sooner we cultivate this awareness, the sooner we shall progress as a singular civilization. Else, the design has an unscrupulous way of negating non-co operation.

In my Reach

Alright is a journey....not a place...

Often times in searching for the place we miss the journey...

You ask me what my culmination is... I would say 'no clue' for all the variables i have to see through...

For me, the reach ought to be better...

I guess certainty increases predictability... a direction that is self made and in a way staying the course of a system...

But my curious instincts cant rest with the thought of 'the place'

My wanderings and musings strikes a chord so miniscule that the ripple is almost unseen... but i accept that my design is not to question the purpose but the existence itself...

Ecstacy in having found a road... that would work the design... and not the purpose... the existence and not its home...

Then again... the design might be to journey through the plan, in a direction, to stay the course and compell the existence...

There

The journey begins while another ends... the judgement from its presence is hard but not wholesome... but on the journey the slate is fresh... the purpose came undone... there is no loss neither gain... only the time which saw it through all... time elates... it etched but didn't void... A moment but it is - a lifetime it touched!