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Two sets of people I have come across. One who tries to make things happen in their life. And those others, who let life happens with them. I have explored world through the lens of intellect. With some getting answered, more kept coming. Heard only among the rich, famous, successful, few weird questions as What am I, what is life and the blah blah... They are on constant search why something has to happen this or that way. While those; poor, so called losers, raw folks,... No questions! life is so tough for them that its them who really cherish happiness They just let life happen with them and not let reasoning sting them. Even their music and gaiety varies. One suffers and cries and that sounds like music While the other folks play a music that make them cry. One does something that makes all laugh at them or mock them While the other folks joke or play an opera that makes them laugh or cry.

The pursuit of a desire is more interesting than when it is acquired. Even the best of all do not last; be human or object. The most charming of child, men and women wears out. The best of all, the intelligent and the ace also fades out. The most hard-earned desire vanishes into oblivion when acquired. Desire never dies, but when acquired gives such a dull feeling. And even when everything is acquired, gives the feeling that is it worth at all. The wait for the good days, achieving dreams, ... is only worth. Else there remains nothing, that when acquired can every satisfy us.

Are we made to dream to help escape the reality of life. Some call the dreamers the unproductive ones. But isn't it s hard to face the harsh reality of life without some sweet dreams. Dreams say that the job I am going to get is going to be fulfilling. But the reality is that every job becomes monotonous. Dreams shape the perfect partner in my life. But reality shows that all are do defective and even their charm is bound to decay. Dreams make me force to hunt for wealth and power. But with reality they throw me to unbearable solitude. Dreams say that how much my friend and well-wishers love me and my company. But reality says that all are there only in good times. Dream says that I am for sure going to have ecstatic realization. But reality says that many came and died the life not much different from a donkey. Are dreams are the creation of the master-illusionist or nature. To blind us from the reality of life and keep living.

I escape from you but you are so fulfilling. I am so held up in myself when in deep sorrow. But when joyous, appear a fool later when all comes crushing down. In my worst of days, when was abandoned by all. I found so much of myself and though days were unbearable But there were few things that kept me going. I had none to count on; all started and ended with me. I had be accountable for myself since all would join me if things go good. But condemn me even for the silliest things. Though a human, I too get carried away by people. But why to count on people who are subject to the changes of life. I still remember the saddest songs gave me the bets of joy. And I could have never experienced the pangs of separation Had I not lost my lover in person. Trust me, nothing lasts in this world And all that apparently lasts has no life. I now have trying to realize that if I get everything when I have it all While I lose when I have nothing with me Then who better a friend than myself. I alike al...

I created a scheme where human is born. He lives only for food though he rarely agrees to it. Bereft of food he would eat himself and nothing else would matter. I made some superficial differences among human. But they made it stronger and call one men while the other women. Mounted somewhere in their heart with a stuff called love. That keeps rolling them and their life. How many times they fail in love, still they yearn for it. That to the extent that a man will kill even his best friend or a men in the family. Merely for a woman who is a stranger. And  a women can never be true as she will always be in hunt for greener pastures. These species consider themselves the most intelligent of all. But a mere death, famine, hunger, calamity is just enough to get them to their toes. I as a God, if you call me The creator, you are just a part of the creation. Who knows; you human species do not even exist for me for being too trivial. You made religion and write all stuffs that comes to y...

Why it does not bother me how bad others get on me! How merciless I am being treated..... How much I tend to lose for no known reason. It is all for the reason that nature has its own course. A stream has to flow downwards. A cow gets ready with milk before a calf is born. And many more such simile that I resist to list merely out of boredom. For the reason that even I haven't been spared for my misdoings. Nothing even matters to me; how I'm treated and what should happen with others. Everything in life nets to nothing. I do not matter to any, none matters to me. The good I yearn for gets nullified by the bad following it. This is a world strongly manipulated by relativity, duality and opposites. And that's what keeps is apparently in motion. This being the reason, why nothing and none matters to me As much as I matter to none.......