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(Is it really that easy to understand a human mind? I personally hate it when someone says they understand me or know me completely, I feel enraged inside, why? Is my mind so deprived that it can’t understand it’s soul, While the other person is claiming that they can? Can I, as a being be perpetual?...)   The wrecked mind, the aged body, the feeble eye, the wretched heart and the luminous soul; can never return to be the same again, well because it has already been touched by the aspects of life; on every stone that has been stepped, every air that has been inhaled, every scar that has been carved, every thought that has been shared and every feeling that has ever been felt…. And that’s what makes us the rarest archives of all.. I have always felt trivial watching the night sky comparing myself to this colossal universe which is still expanding while I am in the verge of thinking and writing about it (I won’t lie, I feel unimportant) . The cosmos that nev...

(This content has no head and toe to be very honest Merge of some contradictory thoughts Just a mere conversation in my head Answering the questions raised by me to myself ) A solemn loop of losing and finding  while life is slipping up and versions are fading.. We all go through it, I would prefer to say " We are going through it " I am standing watching the horizon; Where eye meets the cold shivering waves with the warmth radiating through the eternal sky Is it the end or a beginning? There's always more than what meets the eye... Well the two eyes each one of us have might see things differently but the problem is that t he same pair of eyes I behold, sees same things differently every time I glance at it... :  The world outside is too vast to explore but what's larger is the one inside    I hate to be perceived as a shallow being with no depth inside so I seek peace;    I seek perseverance;  I seek those infinite grandiose mysteries of the universe...

( Does pretending make life easier to live or does it make it more unlivable? We seek happiness for those moments are forgotten much earlier, while we remember the sadness for it is never gone from the soul. With everyday questioning my existence  seeing nothing in everything, I hope someday I'll see everything in nothing for once in life; finally learning to live and not just existing to cease..) A Void; An empty space With lines and carvings unseen Of something never known But is it empty as its seen? Empty as it's believed to be? A void; With scribbles and scars Sitting on some corner like a mere dirt, Surrounded by vicissitudes of life Should I just let them rot? A void; Hidden somewhere  Hiding something, Deep within Where there's an end to sth that begins.. Maybe; I am just passing through the points this void would go never But what if i don't wanna be in the middle..... What if I desire; forever? ______________________________ To fill up this void  Pretense is c...

Waking at the dead of night reminiscing some moments breaking you; leaves you sobbing on the floor, In the utter darkness trying to heal alone wondering if life can give you more. Being aware of that same old empty heart fear of judgements time to time, Glimpse of flaming dusk leaving darkness behind realized something aren’t just worth to climb. In the wonderland I stepped into a mindscape those feelings I felt can’t put into simpler words, Staring at the ceiling as it fades away each and everything eventually gets blurred. __________________________________________________________________________________ Then watching the sky which has always been engraved within me.. I feel I could actually wade into this night; Sky is in blaze with the stars as it's supposed to be Like the heart that's burning  with depth so profound for somethings it's longing.... When the moon tries to peak from that grey murky sky, Across the stars  above the cloud so high, Wind screeching against my...

Differentiated by paths chasing the wind, until it remembers the cover that's skinned; Sprinting on grasses  with all it's grace, until it recognizes  that subtle pace; Summiting and whispering against the mountain's frame, until it hears and echoes that name; Nearing the cosmos gazing the sky until it imprints the cast in that eye; With every gust  whispering a phrase, walking swiftly along the bays; Flowing along singing with tides, again high above in the cloud it hides; Dancing with leaves and meeting as snow, a melancholy in winter that's slow; With emotions  it's carved  and faithfully written sleeping in the forest  that has always been forbidden; Oh! by life  it's smitten....... yet again ; ( It; an insane human without identity) Wasn't made for this world I guess as all it ever wanted was to escape ; Wishes to------ Perish as ashes reaching the ocean deep into the oblivion, depth increasing day by day swept by waves going away; Reaching the st...

In the depth of the glances  (of a reflection I see in front of me) the world's collide  overwhelmed by the ecstasy I found in those enchanting eyes some story resides, Stories to tell; words to spell; but.. do these mouth actually speak the words from heart bounded by illusions  is it just me? again giving meaning to something meaningless  (giving meaning to myself?) but is it really meaningless? ................ I lost myself in the verses  in such a way that  deep into my ruptured bones I seek; I crave attention Whose? ................. Like a feather that falls without measuring it's step and silk that flows and easily bend with the course of a thing; we call time .................. What it's like to     have a poor introspection ( about everything ) what it's like to be stupid enough     to live life waywardly? ;;; Am I plagued by the insanity in this sane world  or am I only trying to be sane in this insane one, with ever...