Blindfolded Life

Have you ever experienced a sun flare? How the flames rise up in a tempest of eruptions together at a single deciduous light, always amused me. When you want to feel nothing and understand everything, to stay sane and human, it is conjugal to being burnt into the sun but not melting. Dreary yet tranquil. Deep down you do feel trapped sometimes. You wish for something new and exciting which will throb your heartbeats, and lead you to a more cynical memorabilia. You drain your sanity to ensure your roots in this cynical society.  Humans are prone to be ultimately self-destructive. It is in our nature. We are susceptible to being ignorant and credulous. It was never the ideal way and also, we found it to be unrealistic to fathom. Irrespective of the constant paradigm of the consequences resulting from consequences, which we have paved a way for, somehow end up burning in these flares again and again like there is no end to this domino effect. We just keep falling over and over

Do you sometimes look inside a mirror, see a calm yet numb spirited-face and realize that how fake it feels? You hope to cleanse your thoughts, order your life and live civil in chaos? If not, that day will surely come. There is an imperative need for a connection in our lives - may it be with your parents, friends or strangers. The statutory notion for sharing a glimpse of yourself that you are not proud of or the vulnerabilities you might be facing; not expecting a solution, but just to tell someone and knowing that it isn't overloading your system. The system that you function on - which when threatened or debilitated, breaks down your morale, psyche and hope. Everyone of us have been through this or have avoided to be in such a similar toting confinement. Its hard to conquer, but not inevitable. Mistakes are such a cliché. You keep throwing yourself in the same old pothole with the same old justification for the judgements you had miserably overlooked, or to the m

There you were, standing on the edge of a cliff, with oceans and oceans as far as you can see. You feel free, you feel your heart racing because you have something to loose - something that is yours and yours alone. You can hear the waves hit the rocks beneath and see the birds soaring into the wide blue sky, hoping to fly into this ocean one last time; and yet you are afraid - you fear losing control of something that is yours and yours alone. The deciding moment between giving up and taking the reins again is of such a moment which hones your personality. But how long could we last? All these heckle of perceptions towards a better tomorrow, a more soothing life as they say, amidst this anarchical agenda! How long before something or someone take the reins away from us? How long before we respire only in the Dark Sunshine, only this time, eternally? From learning to take a decision to finding out the way to maturity, perceptions can be deceptive; but so could be rea

Every thing, every human notion is so self-explanatory when you realize what that person is going through. You have to just stop thinking from a single frame of mind and start thinking otherwise. Each and every person has the capability to understand. Ignorance is quite the opposite. In times of distress or pain, you look for means to resolve the emotional conflicts inside you even if that something is unnatural, or uncanny. I am no different. My ignorance was deceptive to my sense of understanding which makes me regret nothing as I am at peace with my notions and for what it were. I could still hear them rumble, the clouds. I remember the night, clear as day, and the feelings, like a tempest. Every one has that moment for when they break for the very first time. That night was mine. Now I know what it feels to be completely shattered and worn out. After all that time, all that heart-ache and all that headstrong, I found my sun. Although it was a dark one, i

It all started with a need for order; anarchy always existed. You live in a world so blind that you never notice what was meant to be a priority. We sustain our dark passengers with resources we feel fit and do as our wit tells us to. But is it the true way to be? Does this predicament give us a purpose or a code to live by? If yes, then how do we follow? Do we go with it or against? Human iterations were a trail of coherent, but callous ingenuous lies. Funny thing about faith; people start believing. I never accounted a life in anarchy as a human predicament until later. You always knew what was to follow with the choices you made, or the paths you had chosen for yourself. Some beg to differ, just because they fear the vexation that clings onto their roads or the consternation of losing the glee. It’s all about knowing and realizing the Great Perhaps'. I try to keep depicting how this human predicament came to be; I am rather left with a manifold beliefs. What if it

So many nights pass us by, without us even noticing a little flinch in the night sky. I always enjoyed the night. Makes you think that the darkness will somehow fade away; for me, darkness was the brief reality that we all experienced at night and the light, every morning, was just like a flash that temporarily made our sight too flashy to notice that we are in a universe full of darkness with spatters of light around - but just spatters. I don’t mean to be delusional or saddening; rather I just mean to be truthful. I don’t consider darkness as evil or light as almighty; I have no devotion to religions but I do have devotion towards the understanding of good and evil. For me darkness is the ultimate reality, a silent era, where you are numb and you don’t need your eyes to feel or understand or convey. Its like, not standing in front of a crowd and speaking your heart out. You can feel secure and calm, but with a certain emptiness in your heart - a necessary space for your thoug