The Psych.................. !!

I always wanted a life less torturous. There are already countless surprising events in our years to live, over which we have no control. The slightest we can do is making our fixations less complicated and more undemanding and welcoming. Lately, things have neither been welcoming and nor been significance celebrating. I do not sense anything at all on the subject of this intact obsession akin to what I used to experience without this succession of episodes.


Now, I let it go. I suffer like I am swimming against the current. It is exhausting me. After a while, I will not battle anymore with you. I can fight with someone close to me, with whom I want to win or loose. You all will not matter anymore. Whoever you are, you will also just have to let go, and the river will take me along and bring me home. Home is the state of my mind where I was, alone but not lonely like I am today. Today I see yet again the people so defined and so alike. Different places have their own characters, but the people begin to look the same. You look so similar to every other person who is week in front of their own devils. I do not possibly relate to them, I do not relate to, “The” you I do not know.


I’d rather, to the “us” who I have always known. I'd rather be a freak than a clone.

The work of fire is to burns; that's its nature, and you can't anticipate or even imagine altering that. You have to be able to use it to cook your food or to burn down your house. And is the fire you use for cooking any different from the one you use for burning? And does that mean you should eat your food raw? Think about it……. Should you not learn to use the fire in the way it is to be? I would not ask you not to play with fire……. But I will also tell you “Don’t be surprised if the fire plays back on you someday.”


I always had this string of things about me, I have the look of otherness, the eyes that see things much too far ahead, and a thought process that wander off the edge of the world. You call it rebellious or unapproachable but to me the one who casts no shadow isn't really anyone at all. I am.


Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time… And we are standing on the cross road. I am true. I am imaginary!!

Horizon to Hopes !!

The horizon to horizon clouded mantle spreads athwart till where my eyes can go. This is the magnificent and breathtaking moment I had awaited so long. The splatter that brings out the best of everything it touch is finally here. This is the Midas touch on mother earth. The freshness that disperses the purity of the green and the aroma that drives a tranquility of love for life is here...spreading its wings scope to possibility.

The gloomy days of black clouds overwhelms me when I gaze at the sky. There is no grey up there. The white beauty of snowy cloud has been reinstated by the black. There is authentically no consignment for the grey. I try to stature what is hiding behind the black-the rain or the rainbow.


The day is stunning, striking and hopeful. The day is mysterious and painful. It is beautiful with all the objects that crafts this day. This day is hopeful, trying to look across the horizon to perceive the coming tomorrow. Mysterious with all that I cannot identify, I cannot experience and I cannot distinguish- there is an arena occupied with panorama around. Far away from me, in the hiding, is a so faithful and so true voice, painful with the unpredictable is waiting right there.


How would I ever know- is it me, awaiting the rain or the rainbow???