The Breakdown of the Presence

On the very first day of this year, I saw myself losing to spilling milk on the shelf by the virtue of excessive ignition on the stove. I went ignorant for a second to witness the new blueness of the year on the sky. I was wrong. I should have been careful…
As the world have shifted places, numerous words being put into our head, with newer views bracing our eyes and all those days and months we have spent in exploring the unexplored, I seem to believe more in maturity that is skipping out sight every awhile. With crook words and unforgivable incidents shaping our today’s self, I’m getting paranoid as to where are we heading to, and before I sleep, I want to make sure, as I write, that I get to what I wanted to, not what the world wishes me to or where they find me mingling up with them. Basically, in easy description, it could be like ‘ Finding out the real you’. I find that really cliche to write..
So, breaking soon the presence is what put to strike everyone’s right chord. It’s like correcting the basic grammar of the lyrics of life. It could be baseless, of course, pointing the poetry at it’s authenticity to prove what’s it trying to depict. See, no one likes playing goofs with time. It asks for clarity, but I’m sorry I can’t be clear enough.
I am the present you see, and I’m struck at nothing. I see a wide horizon through the window of my room shaping up my today. Even, a blatant kick at my back does the same job with greater efficiency. I walk through the roads that ferries me to my place daily. My car gets the job done for me with a push of my feet, even faster. I often ask people of my adequacy with them. The answer approximately comes positive. Few discussions with my notebook bring me same reply and even with more “true that” factor.
The memories that I have with me today is worthless if it doesn’t corrects me to what I do to fix my today. I fail my purpose if I don’t suggest my surrounding to be better. Silence could be fatal if I choose it to be my guest at all timesIf such words of mine are out in public, it shall be an outage as to what it really means. It shall be failure again if it fails to be understood. All in all, its a failed situation I’m into. Standing on the tip of the mountain I see and feel nothing but my breath getting high as there’s no one around. By the way it’s not the mountain I was supposed to be on. The Stars, they say, don’t light up the nights here!
I witness too much of “I’ness”, that’s once lost. Hesitance in acceptance of the truth of missing. That’s fine with me if I don’t skip a beat to the miraculous that’s bound to happen. Failure doesn’t surprises me anymore. I accumulate lots of winning attires on my body as just another thing shaping me my today. Fancy, it’s just another night and blow of emotion pushing me to admit what’s easy on life. Pity if it’s place in seclusion wherein I pledge to confuse life with a fairy tale; the sun doesn’t teach us the lesson of being consistent or we have finally found the concrete reason of as to who made this world and for what purpose!
Here it goes, a random talk on life!

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Way I Sound

Way I sound close and near, so calm,

Way world heard and narrated, so loud.

The show want me to say hard, and speak,

Let freedom set trends big and clear.

Not easily composed the time, it went questioning,

Again and again, those limits strained.

Limitless close to fear and dared to hate,

Life went short and high in meanings.

Not was my way nor did I say it should be,

But it flowed and never paused.

I set trends, one after the another,

It was me, all in me, all unclear.

Now I stepped into the world so new,

That millions words won’t enough be.

Straight road I murmur, it will see,

An end, a winner and a reward all clear.

Being Foolish

For all people searching the meaning of life…

Who do we say is foolish?

 

I see the foolishness all around.

That’s my foolishness for bearing all the foolishness that this world have.

Now, I be the foolish; to not label myself foolish or my family members or my peers .

My belief that I rub everything above and never let the world know what really a foolish is; is foolish.

Or my posture or my behavior or my intention or only myself being just,foolish.

 

At any point of time, some sort of alien intelligence is surely due to over ride your abilities. Before a strong competitor, you surely going to lose. And at the end, nothing is going to matter.

What’s this ‘alien intelligence’, who’s this ‘strong competitor’ and what’s exactly the’ end’?

The answer no one knows the answer to, the lust that no one can ever fulfill and the future that any other distinction cannot hold, is the answer. We are hesitant to recognize, realize and prove, failing to acknowledge, but curious to know. We hold our hands together, trace our faces, and walk by our sides, but still…

 

Still we find our destinations and still we prefer going back. We label ourselves travelers, who finds his destinations and is equally determined to get back where he started, maybe to just let the world know, where he started. And where he started is where the world can start. Not just follow the footsteps but just prefer finding a little new way, a sweet other fruit to taste.

 

Label me foolish for letting you stroll where no one else does.

 

James Clear says,” Motivation is overvalued. Environment often matters more.”

I believe he’s right. Sorry for being foolish, believing in what others has to say. Or not others but somebody. Or somebody with something special.

 

Foolish is being identified. Being known.Being yourself.

The answer that I somehow, came to know.

And felt to foolish to spread…

 

There’s All Spams Existing that Exists

And such is a phenomenon. When it rains in dire summers, it’s acid rain that rains.

 

Listening to my favorite artist shuffled anomalously while on the go may probably be the best thing that happens with me most of the time. Because there I feel a little fortunate, a little alive and a little connected with The Almighty in the means of transferring ideas and demands and getting them fulfilled within a specific time repetition.

 

And so with this happiness, the wheel of life keeps rolling…

 

Here, this time its not really about Being Fortunate or Being Alive or Being Connected.

Its about Life which features nothing like this.

 

I am about to introduce a concept named ‘Certain‘. Feel free to relate it to yourself at times. It all begins at severe verbal with oneself. An introspection. Its controversial at times being being possessive but Hello! This is how this happens!

 

  • Certain crisp voices are feeling free to get scripted over this space.
  • Certain factors are irresistibly powerful to just let go.
  • Certain events have led us here.
  • Certain memories, beliefs have inspired to be like this.
  • Certain emotional inferences ,probably, are more practical than the world itself.
  • Certainly you have nothing better other than being here.

 

Certainly you are in a Trap, because that Certain is nothing more than a spam, unto a percentage of a guess. You are just a Certain.

 

And everywhere there are spams existing all around. The race is to stand as a leader of all.

Certainly, its not a demotivation at all, I must confess, but atleast its an introspection.

Because its just a beginning…

 

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Sing O Sing

Sing O Sing
Sing O Sing, my dancing body,
This in the wake of time.
Let it go a bit so oddy,
Live in the brink of chime.

Grasp as to world that listens,
Nothing but they want to hear.
Hail stone to the time that glistens,
Upon golden prizes hard to bear.

Sing wild and rough it may go,
Touch those chords never touched before.
Travel wide like a mountain blow,
Let those students celebrate their lore.

What this forgotten poet may know,
Forgotten he is in the pages new.

~ Yetesh Sharma @ The Writers’ Age

Based on the fact that even though the a human could be leading way ahead of his time, still the society deprives him of his capacity and forces him to retard his speed and work the manner the normal world works in.

Time To Steal

Yess, I won’t hesitate!

Whatever we are, we are the outcome of our surrounding.
We walk, and talk and behave and interact based on the visual evidences we persist on.

Surely, this tale requires some studious action-reaction chain.

Let me explain..

You know you cannot live in the Harmony for long.
Heavens are not heavens anymore. They have already fulfilled your every wish. You are so brimmed that your showcase isn’t bearing dust at all!

It is very hard to bear, it literally is.
Just that you cannot live without a quest. Or just can’t win a quest without any loss!

Even,in the process of food digestion, stuff gets broken into smaller pieces  in the course of which energy is lost and altogether  gained with the food that is eaten.
What if you just don’t require any food? A so-called technology’s invention.

Anyone?

 

The purpose of a being gets abruptly destroyed. The yearn of a being a totally devoid.

I got to steal now.
Right now.
Right here.

Let’s get into a chaos.
All together.
Like, one on one.
Or one for all.

Let’s hit and get hit back.
A wall isn’t enough to do.
Tease and get teased back,
Be the moron back again.

Or maybe just sit quite? No!
Why shall be so much noisy?
Be the palimpsest.
Be you!

Or the rest  is tomorrow,
Keep relying.
Keep dying.

Its the Time To Steal.

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.