The Cry of a Realist

There’s much of an amusement out there, but the consciousness says it’s nothing but the vice awaiting and people suffering nipping themselves in the bud“. 

We do have faintest ideas of our childhood, being the idealistic and most of the time cheerful for even nothing that we had. Things evaporated in the wider air of future life and consequently we are missing ourselves within the real world. 

Where the Gods would gift children as blessings from the heaven to the lap of the mothers, those were the bodies adding up to the population leading to poverty and inequality. 

Where we would usually stare at the streetlights, and wink and smile before them, those were out of electricity sensing a corruption in Municipalities for their failure on every part. 

Where we would cruise across the roads in a seemingly endless roads leading to our birthplaces, those are now the roads which are just the same bearing no development in decades and sighing on the crush of glass and metal and blood on them.

Where in the April evenings, we would blush with the orange of the sunset but would continue with the play till gets to the moon, now seem disappeared. Neither those evenings neither the people who would find no scarcity in sharing happiness. 
When in lieu of our comfort zones, we would rather prefer landscapes and the air and the rain. And now the landscapes that veil litter around themselves seal no deal for a visit. 
This isn’t the talk of what we percieve, it’s about what’s left to either draw our eyes to. Because there’s so much of reason trauma before anything, it’s hard not to amplify the disgust and inaction. Apart from the wishes that have came true, the prayers that have been answered but to the eyes who sees no dreams, it’s the realism that bear a big share in the blame game. 

Now that’s too much that’s happening, but without us in the real world, the cries are unheard, left for dump and ignored till the eternity answers it’s identity. Prolifically, the reply lies within. It’s once explored and lived. An idea that’s superficially and impossible. But so far, it’s the idealistic world I know, a place where nothing is weird and erraneous. 

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Fear

To all my virtues, I have my word, “Fear”. And for all that’s fearsome, ask it to be friends, indeed. 

While you are taking your first slide into deep waters, or an unmentored jump over your head to the reality, Fear keeps you alive. The adrenaline rush into your body acting as a snake finding his food is nonetheless triggered by Fear. 
And I guess, you know Fear, right? Or knowing is just a little word for realising Fear! Maybe you just need a redefinition… 

An unmanned, unexpected, undefined, real and proportionally realised motional factor of existence is Fear which can be encountered by only those capable of extending their mental range at a point that contracts with possessing nothing that they ever had.” 



I realised this definition of Fear after having a silent conversation with Fear itself. It was a little short but interesting exchange of few ideas that had shooked me off my veins and certainly out of Fear I had come out to post this to my people after lots of cuts. I had my hands shaking but still hitting them against the wall gave me strength, the wobble in my legs was unignorable and my eyes saw nothing but scary wings of darkness waiting to clutch me into its hands and I had severely deemed to realise the definition of Fear and you must appreciate it! And truly admire me if I ever will be able to let your mind wander across horizons truly out of Fear of anything that anything is not anything out of blue, out of action or out of any belief. So, start admiring me now! 
Read in between the lines, and believe what I am saying is truth. Feel free to disregard your intelligence and mental wits. 

Feel the fear!

Fight!

People term it a silent battle.
I call it an open war.”

Turning the tables has never been so easy. Subte thoughts could be captured easily.

It could be jealousy, or hatred or simply disagreement to what’s persisting.

But.
It’s a war.
Because it’s a fight.

Justice is attained by those who deserve it. Sadly no one deserves it.”

You are your Chuck Norris ( pun! ).
The winner always wins. The loser always loses.
Simple.

You just have to have some guts to realise who you are.
A spectator or a spotlight?

They say,” Everything is fair in love and war.” But I want to add that ,” Fight is the most obvious one!” .

Fight! If it’s your mind toiling away for some tea time leisure or your body fraying around hopeless or your soul just letting everything go.

Freedom is what you should be looking out for.

You know when your body is tied with shackles, you are tortured every single moment, when you know what a second is going to cost when terror is going travel from your head to limbs ek baar nhii,, baar baar( not one time, but every time) and the master proprietor of all these deeds will be no one else than your brain.
You are surely going to’mind’ that logic in the end.

So, as I quoted before… Turning the tables have never been so easy!
Baby, it’s the one heck of time you better be should pushing through the walls instead of wailing for your own consequences at fucking (sorry) all times.

Sorry, but you have to keep your nuclear weapons hidden!

Let’s try to analyse the life of a fighter, Mohammad Ali whose real fight was outside the ring.

Inspired by this fantastic video.