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Trust me, it's the worst thing that can happen to anyone Love blend with freedom is rarely seen in practice though idealized It even overrides the survival instincts making everything obsolete. Though I wish my enemies never succeed and wish the worst with them But if I really hate someone, I just pray they fall in true love. A man ditches his best friend, even the father, the child and his wife All the riches and power which is rarely realized by the rarest Even all that and all the best in the world appears obsolete. It's so bad, that even love with a pigs and dogs makes one mad Then what to speak of ones love with a human I have fallen in love so often, overlooking the beauty and was blinded That even the best of the lass appeared ugly. But still disagree to say that love is absolute Since it fades over time, overuse and misuse. But I still am vulnerable to this, so much so for being a man. And though I may write about it, but infinitely vulnerable to it. Who wouldn't lo...

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.......

What have I learnt on my close encounter with Death! That nothing does matter in the face of death. When alive we are invincible and when closer to death we are vincible. Ego, love, power, friends, family and anything we deem eternal struggle in the face of death. When I now realize that men and life is so fragile. I now find nothing reliable to hold on to. Surprisingly, all seems so real when we are busy living. But all gets so unreal in the face of death. Whom to mourn for, or do I yearn for. Sorry to say, but the family and friends I have now, matters nothing in the face of death. This body that I foolishly counted upon; now I realize is so unreliable and fragile. Not sure what can I hold on to, that stands for strength. Then why am I living and for what purpose. Life may no longer matter to me, but does for those who take it real. So when we find no purpose to live our own life. Let's live it for others for whom it matters all. Now I realize how important solitude it. None can ...

Is there any or will I ever know the purpose of life Known that it's wealth and power;  but these are so relative And see the best of all still feeling hollow upon accomplishing it all. Some say knowledge is a good pursuit, but these is so hollowness in all. Now I sometimes feel is love something worthy to live for. But even that fades. How often I loved and how often it failed. How to live with principles and philosophies. They too aren't enough; even the best of the known logic. Cannot convince the whole of the population. But we all live, die and few things happen in between irrespectively

I forgot that you ever existed till you arrived uninvited. Where has all my ego and motivation gone in the face of death. You showed how fragile we as a body are. Am I just this body that will be faded in oblivion!   You have the reputation of being merciless; sparing none. Do not even spare a mother feeding her baby. Nor will I attempt to escape from you since now do I realize the helplessness of humanity. Alas, we are so vincible and limited in our effort!   Finally I see the ineffectiveness of faith and human accomplishment. We are all so helpless in the face of death. Neither God, nor demon ever been spared by you. Who am I; to even try to hold on to this life!   My elixir would be when I am long gone. Desirelessness for the temporary world that isn’t real. And acceptance of the truth; that we know as death. Life goes on and nothing even matters after I’m gone.   I warmly welcome you Death since I see no purpose in this lif...

When born in this body; I cannot choose not to be born And neither can I freely choose when to die. Nor can I always live without need for anything or anyone. All this ego and self-dependence is short-lived. We may need to bow down to our enemy And disengage from our friends. Though words of strength helps, but they can get unrealistic at times. Can never conclude if this life is a boon or bane. We are too weak to hold on to ideas, principles, sides,...... We are not free and at the mercy of life.

How good and hard to earn something is; I find it so useless when acquired. How worthless something is, but if I yearn for it and find it hard to get. Life feels worthless, despite having all the best but not having that. When food is all around, I suffer from dearth of appetite. When I abstain from it, the mind lures me with endless appetite. Wealth, asset, success of others tempt me so much. But when I attain that; it feels so worthless. There is nothing I like or hate. Something which I say, I like and depend on is actually merely out of habit. And what's the use of desire; when the desire does not last. Or the object of desire does not or I do not last.

I am known to belong to the same species as human. And I feel so sorry for myself to be that way. There is nothing worth man could do, that I realise. Creating the solution for the problem he created and then himself getting trapped at it. No man I found ever who spoke well unless he has a hidden agenda. He calls himself the most intelligent of all species. Is he such a fool to score himself so well at the school he himself owns and runs. Philosophies after philosophies, religions after religions, ideas after ideas he manufactured, Only to counter and reject it later. How can I believe in religion when only the hopeless land there. Pushed to it not by his will, but by situation. And never do I see anyone needing it at good times. Why there is nothing than man made unites all. Everybody opposes the other, even be it right. Money and lust is the ONLY language all knows, Be it two people of extreme opinion, but thy are ready to settle, in search wealth and meeting lust. Be it men or women...