Cornucopia of Life

Sigma's that should hold your naive and nascent mind , captivating questions of motives. Intuitivist how far can one foresee till it dawns in his head that, rational morales and self-objectives are primary; in order to be blessed by happiness ? I maintain the belief that the existence of something is regardless of anyone's conscious awareness, it simply exists because it has to exist, and nothing, animate or inanimate can change that. Rationalist The platonic relationship of reason and belief , the oddities are submerged in a facet of deep understanding of oneself. What must imbibe in such a non-physiological state of mind is that one can never foretell of what is going to happen but one must always understand the truer essence of the events that happen or digress. Basest As a non-responsive anarchy if one must shall indulge in a seductive trance, one must also understand the repercussion of one's doings. Spiritualist A light, that fragments from the soul tearing apart what

When every fathomable judgment passes , a entity is summoned, Every dark-lit word , whiplashes in your flesh, eroding your self-respect and dignity, Are they the only with the power to judge ?or Are you powerless ? The resonating words : What goes around, comes around. When Mortality herself judges you, should you not pay heed to how you are judging her projectile ? Should' nt life be just fair, If Mortals have the wisdom to judge others with their fragmented,vulgar, impulsive, slap-stick dialect, do they never pay any heed to how they are being judged ? Is it true that a Mad-man is usually free of any luggage ? Does it never occur to them that life is about resonating like a filled girdle of ledge-liquid , rather than a battering self which usually stammers on its own semi-moronic self, when its at the receiving end ? Do people really know when they have puissance ? Are they that Vain ? Does life always side-by people who can never embrace themselves when they are cornered ? Does

So here i am back again, aching and trying to make sense of the events that unfold, trying to gasp and Wow everything that encircles me, ultimately overshadowing the clearer thoughts ! Honestly, Do most men really have the balls to live up to their word when they are slit-opened under the knife, i doubt. I faintly remember discussing this with mom (a couple of days back when i again encountered "Crisis") and in her words she tells me " Beta, It is really not a place for us honest individuals to linger in our intentions, sooner the world around you is going to capsize and you will fall prey to this unjust society ! " , well to tell you the truth now-a-days i doubt if anyone can ever make sense to me except for her, probably the few words that she really grants me are the words that reflect, a depth of meaning, which i hardly fetch from any other source. The number of links that these omnipresent words, that have shard 'd my left spheric-crown are always beyond a

BLAH!

All my life i thought i could sustain myself enough to never let anything perturb my unpredictable nature, i thought it was a wonderful avenue to be in where your boulevard would always talk about uncertainty and ambiguity, leading you into multi-lateral directions which never really make sense to you or to the person affiliated to you. I basically cribbed my way, into my own hole of biasness, which strengthened my beliefs to such a great extent that i always wanted to be portrayed into something i was not. i am sure most of us would like to be into something which gives us a "High" feel, so what we do is we basically try a few oomph! factors which somehow make us sound more invulnerable towards rudimentary feelings, which people call "Stress", making our beliefs more stronger and probably progressing into things which we feel are more relieving . Things which let us go of the past , the stupid mistakes that we did, the surreal amount of wasted time, the ungodly h

A man must die; that is, he must free himself from a thousand petty attachments and identifications. . . . He is attached to everything in his life, attached to his imagination, attached to his stupidity, attached even to his sufferings, possibly to his sufferings more than to anything else. . . . Attachments to things, identifications with things, keep alive a thousand useless "I"s in a man. These "I"s must die in order that the big I may be born. But how can they be made to die? They do not want to die. It is at this point that the possibility of awakening comes to the rescue. To awaken means to realize one's nothingness.