Pruning is necessary; not every branch in plants life is beneficial for its growth.
Those papyrus snippets, of words etched.
Which seem meaningless today, can’t be torn can’t be kept.
The reason says its over, with a piercing pain.
While the wish is to hang on.
Precipitation, Droplets of Water Falling under the effect of Gravity from the water body called Clouds. This phenomenon is classified as Rains. Is it so simple? Is it just water?
Don’t know Why the thunder ignites the flashback engine, Why the dark clouds bring in loneliness realization?
The lightening seems to be the mockery of Gods on me, as if Zeus himself laughing and saying
“I gave you a Life to make a million Lifetimes, you buffoon slaughtered it with expectations, egos, ethics, values, dearness, foes, & greed.”;
Each drop a electron ion carrying with it the moments; When I expected and crash landed.. When I jumped to fly but found no wings, When I wanted to stand but found no ground. Every moment, When I was somebody and sometimes nobody but never Me. All those moments that I wanted to be; for I could never dedicate myself in the Endeavour.
Yet I find myself at peace when it rains, for I let it pierce through me. As if allowing it to wash away the leaves of the Gaya, which reside inside me holding the tender sections. Yet I find peace in thee for it seems to be the tears that I couldn’t shed, for times I could shout out loud, for times I couldn’t fight… The droplets, thunder, lightning seem to do that for me.
The words and sentences loose meaning when the same cannot be transformed to actions. Actions which mean otherwise only convey ones lurking motives to have the best of worlds. Marketing in today’s scenario have given a new meaning to Dating, Dates and Love. Fueling the Satan’s words not cupids. Hanging on to all roads at once only means eventually you will be left with none to choose.
Events of Today, Remind me of Yesterday,
The smell of scent reincarnates the smell of skin;
I couldn’t hold you against your will, for surely I went against mine.
The Haunting continues…
Looking at the Hearts, Reminded am I of Mine;
Beat had a rhythm once, today it just beats.
The Wind holds me by sword, it hallucinates your hair swaying through me.
The Haunting continues…
Unravelled another truth of Life, the decisions are solemnly yours if you are the only one being affected by them. Collateral Damage or the revenue bookings of the fruits of those decisions are solemnly yours if you are the only one being affected by it. But if the pillars are being shared then the down force of the outcome might carry more latent force for one particular pillar than the other for that pillar could be the victim of vandalised approach to things.
If you are driving or you are playing with the hearts while holding the spades in your hand, always keep in mind the other characters and jokers in the world are not at your disposal. If you cannot be careful and upcoming, never ask for more than you can chew; for you may even loose what you have. Never do onto others what you don’t want to go through yourself. Every action has an equally resistive response catapulted to it.
Life unravels in the most unexpected ways; destiny shapes life and carves out a distinct pattern of events for every living being. Future can never be predicted but there is one thing about future, it changes every time you look at it and the change is because you looked at it. At many times you may find yourself at crossroads with many possible outcomes. They say life is simple if lived truthfully but it is a fact that simple things are the most difficult to master, masters are those who perfect the art of simplicity. Read the rest of this entry