Friday, July 19, 2013

Domino Effect

                               

Life is a culmination of so many functions falling aptly in place. Everything becomes just right and there it is oozing, shining and moving at different paces at times witnessed for very short intervals struggling to survive or else with sublime ease in a cozy corner, curling, waiting to come out but it never gives up on us. This process creates ripples at some unattended level and whatever that we do, see, understand, express is for its sustenance and smooth flow. A haircut holds as much importance for a kid as a wedding ring for would be bride. A planet so full of contrast yet interweaving and mutually symbiotic associations keeps it intact. Our eco system is ever evolving by virtue of which we gain intelligence each day and claim to be ahead of man before us. World wide acceptance of certain benchmarks and belief systems creates the concept of champions and a pedigree of humans breed who dedicate their lives for this attainment and dream of living in that state perpetually the highest pinnacle to be witnessed. We test our limits and challenge our turf at rapid pace. A perpetual thought process has been imbibed and inculcated in children and adults alike to outshine which is a core concept of a fit state of existence.

We had plethora of thinkers and what not who have propounded many such states of existence which are secretly celebrated by the so called intellectuals. There are some to be respected of being calm & sober yet sharp as their concepts were like a needle piercing through us resulting in smooth ooze of knowledge after the pain of unlearning the unnecessary.The entity who gets most celebrated and takes the pie is the one who has created a paradigm shift to that present scenario on the timeline in terms of totally breaking convention. We as spectators are the safest as we neither win or lose and consider ourselves unaffected from the macro incidents which don’t mind to break the monotony of our daily state of affairs. All life seeks a private quest to attain a primordial itch of establishing its worthiness at a task which comes natural to it.

Majorly the flow of life events is such in the present era that a consistent limbo state is lived upon which has the capacity to detach the individual from its real aware self and is clouded by peer movements, altering state of choices playing with their unconscious (inception is too sexy to state here ) and we find a product slave lurking in by lanes who to the best is unaware of his misery state and living under anesthetic influence.
The saner lot who understands the “world's manipulators trick” stands on a wooden plank to shock the masses by checking in on and tuning the crowds @ realty (eg – Assange, Snowden and others) being not their supporter but accepting that they flashed the truth so they are entitled to B beheaded.

Influenced and dictated by unknown lifeforms who wishfully & sanely lack any ounce of understanding of a seekers mental framework is the worst thing happening presently. Technology is the one pioneer thing which is on wave ride and making it all look neat but it is like growing a limb and abandoning the rest - essential to the whole. This mesh of connected virtual & real life (all to all) if seen as a perspective from say MOON creates a divine symmetry and respect but to go down and get hands dirty is left to the undeserving - a visionary voice is born which demands justice in terms of honest re balancing of priorities. Each instance we sacrifice our necessities for unknown luxuries.


A sleeping butterfly rising from its slumber ready to flutter her wings slowly with yearning to break limits beautiful & committed to its task doing what naturally demands its own self while immersing in the act. Life is stubborn and supple at instant we instead of controlling should let go and slide though the ever continuing sheer fine fabric which holds the universe in its entirety. 

Reverence to Eternal Flaming fountains of never ceasing life.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Wastelands seen through a Mojito Glass





The space in which we exist has been shared by many, seen and unseen. Eyes makes believe and are considered the final proof of personal experiences. The more sublime and residual sensory understandings come with certain command of knowing their presence. 



The birds eye or the thirds eye but if we talk about the view from above - it is like a jigsaw puzzle utterly messed up but if monitored closely the raw unruly pattern all camouflages and fits in . At one of these blocks down on colonized earth we make our adobe of existence and amputate ourselves from the larger organism of that we are an integral part.



The maddening acceleration of termed development is a parameter of mental disorder & by achieving the primary we have tried to justify the unwanted chaos that is being generated at a multifold pace.



The blame if traced down to an accuracy of sniper would be the act of forbidden fruit partaken : a fancy story created by some ink on tree pulp for pinning our guilt and inability on unknown, so as to come to terms with the flow of universe. 



Evolution so meticulously designed by the supreme masterminds and given as a rare gift so to attain its full potential has been compromised for immature whims and fancies. Surprising uncovering is of the fact that what is considered as the epitome of success is nothing but a moment of recognition ( i consider our green herb as a better substitute for adrenaline rush)  by an illogical group of human specie which themselves are in a state of constant flux and facing insecurities and bouts of restlessness authorized for crowning us and we waiting to be crowned by them.



There is no desert or ice or sea gulping the lands but the here and now that is worst than the calamities mentioned because they kill and leave barren lands - a clean slate - a reason a will to start again and undo the doing - japan being recent but what to do of minds shining as diamonds from the peri feri but completely devoid of sanity at the inner sanctum. 



Wastelands are here to stay and grow by each passing second like Chernobyl a deserted evidence of our so called fool proof scientific intelligence. There are oasis in the desert, there are islands - mid sea, there are milestones marking highways but are there any breakpoints for the engulfing menace we create at each passing epoch.

Wastelands are invisible as human eyes have lost the vision to gather knowledge of their existence. They are all around us

Peeping through a Mojito glass with floating lime chunks, finely crushed ice along with blended alcohol acquaints me with a vision which is infertile yet charming. We are gifted but what we do of the same is unthinkable. We create an ongoing everlasting process to manipulated simplicity. Creating vital energy and loosing it in a sneeze.


We stand at this podium the pinnacle of materialism and if v can boomerang well enough our own mental frame that very pinnacle is the doorway to our inner understanding and introspection. 



Wastelands are evidence that there was something fertile and fertility can be cultivated again. 



Its upon us to consider that the Wastelands exists between time zones of fertility or inverse.




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Neuron