Animate elevation
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 count. At times, i sit back and think about those words and number all the events that have unfolded.
I ponder ... I think ... I succumb ... I rage ... I gaze ... I while away time till nothing else seems illogic-oriented anymore. I seal what is right, i progress in self-argumentation
And then finally,
after realizing that i have invested enough time and that i should get back to chores,
the circle starts again.
It again is probably my sadistic ( As a few close friends like to regard me ) avenue that fills me up with this overwhelming glow of captivity.
Imagine " Sadism as a positive force of reckoning ", ..... that'll be the day, that will honestly be the day.
And just after saying that,
A thought struck me which hexed my cognition,
Am i really waiting to be unleashed ?
Do i always lose my kinetic capacity after i am stung by a series of unfortunate events ?
Do i really have to pay any heed to "being vulnerable" ?
It then dawned to me how foolish i had been all this while, figuring and making sense of eventualities and possibilities,
The spotlight hit my forehead and i saw in my mind something which i had always dreamt but i never could remember, something which i had so longed cherished but never did i pay respect to,
someone who was always there but i never acknowledged the presence,
the voice that was the nearest,
the voice that had been the closest,
the voice of my friend,
the voice of my light,
the voice of my path,
this voice which bellowed like a ten drum echo,
this voice of my father,
"Gear up, Grab your metal and Run!"
" Run like there is no tomorrow. "
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 count. At times, i sit back and think about those words and number all the events that have unfolded.
I ponder ... I think ... I succumb ... I rage ... I gaze ... I while away time till nothing else seems illogic-oriented anymore. I seal what is right, i progress in self-argumentation
And then finally,
after realizing that i have invested enough time and that i should get back to chores,
the circle starts again.
It again is probably my sadistic ( As a few close friends like to regard me ) avenue that fills me up with this overwhelming glow of captivity.
Imagine " Sadism as a positive force of reckoning ", ..... that'll be the day, that will honestly be the day.
And just after saying that,
A thought struck me which hexed my cognition,
Am i really waiting to be unleashed ?
Do i always lose my kinetic capacity after i am stung by a series of unfortunate events ?
Do i really have to pay any heed to "being vulnerable" ?
It then dawned to me how foolish i had been all this while, figuring and making sense of eventualities and possibilities,
The spotlight hit my forehead and i saw in my mind something which i had always dreamt but i never could remember, something which i had so longed cherished but never did i pay respect to,
someone who was always there but i never acknowledged the presence,
the voice that was the nearest,
the voice that had been the closest,
the voice of my friend,
the voice of my light,
the voice of my path,
this voice which bellowed like a ten drum echo,
this voice of my father,
"Gear up, Grab your metal and Run!"
" Run like there is no tomorrow. "
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