Blank page, real words, beautiful feelings, resplendent music, actual world, wonderful rhythm and soothing wind. Why do these things appeal me? What is so ingrained in them that pulls my heart towards these expressions? Why do even questions of these sort appear?
The answers are something I know not of. A smile in my face does a good deal when things don't go the way it should. And then, everything else seem to smile together, including even the thoughts that by then, lasts no more. These divine things have their own glory, only if we could have modes to decode them, instruments to measure them, ways to describe them and the realization that they actually exist.
I write today without taking into consideration the need to logic or sense that usually words function under the realm of. That is because when the words no more flow from the brain, it flows from an individual unconscious. And I call the individual unconscious as one's spirit, one's Atma.
There were days on earth where people asked questions. They still do, the only difference being, they have started getting answers. Do I make sense today or am I letting the sense to make itself. Perhaps sense need to be invented. But how do you do that?
One glorious moment of history had a time when a personality with a blue face, with a divine smile and presence just closed his eyes and the flute in his hand told it all - the glory of the beauty this universe has. His name was Krishna. Do we today, have enough silence to decode the universal appeal of music? Do we any more, understand how beautifully this world is made? How do humans endeavour to find out the questions they have forgotten to ask?
Silence, today, treats me as though I was her best friend. The wind of silence and peace flows by my hand in such pleasure and joy as though it wants to nurture me in her mirthful warmth and delightful motherly touch. And when it passes by just like the tender touch of a child, peace grows like maturity itself!
History is at its apex. Time has its testimony. This very moment is what we have got. This shall surely remain but the more you delay, the more you will miss. This is the time that makes me realize what redness has in store for me and that yellow has its own glory and green, its own dances to display. This is the only moment we have where the colours speak, the winds sing, the pictures express, the beauty shows and the grace bestows.
Today, I refuse to follow the rules of logic and intelligence and sequence. Because the rules have begun to invent itself. When a line speaks by itself, the rules only carries the outer function. The real function of a word is comprehended by the heart - and indeed the heart knows how it feels like while making sense in a realm that was never before accessed. When we know how to derive meaning out of seemingly uncalculated, 'un'-thought, unplanned and illogical lines, than do we venture into knowing that there are as many worlds away from this brain as the brain itself can count. But alas! The brain in its blunt ignorance has been considering itself as the sole and pure source of knowledge. Please! Existance is much much more than what this brain and the senses make us see. It is difficult indeed to know that this brain, unfortunately, can not take you to the world of joy. And yes, JOY is the word. The brain can indeed spell it, J...O...Y...and tell you its meaning, but it is only the 'heart' that will make you FEEL it!
So do you allow me today to make no sense and actually make the biggest sense? Do you permit me to take you somewhere which is nowhere near the world of logic and actually take you to the world that in fact, exists? Do you today, escuse me for speaking out for what comes out and flows out sponteniously straight from some corner of a world I can only FEEL? Do you then, please let me end here witout a conclusion because the empty space that I'll leave after this sentence will have meaning only your heart will understand...............................................................................
The answers are something I know not of. A smile in my face does a good deal when things don't go the way it should. And then, everything else seem to smile together, including even the thoughts that by then, lasts no more. These divine things have their own glory, only if we could have modes to decode them, instruments to measure them, ways to describe them and the realization that they actually exist.
I write today without taking into consideration the need to logic or sense that usually words function under the realm of. That is because when the words no more flow from the brain, it flows from an individual unconscious. And I call the individual unconscious as one's spirit, one's Atma.
There were days on earth where people asked questions. They still do, the only difference being, they have started getting answers. Do I make sense today or am I letting the sense to make itself. Perhaps sense need to be invented. But how do you do that?
One glorious moment of history had a time when a personality with a blue face, with a divine smile and presence just closed his eyes and the flute in his hand told it all - the glory of the beauty this universe has. His name was Krishna. Do we today, have enough silence to decode the universal appeal of music? Do we any more, understand how beautifully this world is made? How do humans endeavour to find out the questions they have forgotten to ask?
Silence, today, treats me as though I was her best friend. The wind of silence and peace flows by my hand in such pleasure and joy as though it wants to nurture me in her mirthful warmth and delightful motherly touch. And when it passes by just like the tender touch of a child, peace grows like maturity itself!
History is at its apex. Time has its testimony. This very moment is what we have got. This shall surely remain but the more you delay, the more you will miss. This is the time that makes me realize what redness has in store for me and that yellow has its own glory and green, its own dances to display. This is the only moment we have where the colours speak, the winds sing, the pictures express, the beauty shows and the grace bestows.
Today, I refuse to follow the rules of logic and intelligence and sequence. Because the rules have begun to invent itself. When a line speaks by itself, the rules only carries the outer function. The real function of a word is comprehended by the heart - and indeed the heart knows how it feels like while making sense in a realm that was never before accessed. When we know how to derive meaning out of seemingly uncalculated, 'un'-thought, unplanned and illogical lines, than do we venture into knowing that there are as many worlds away from this brain as the brain itself can count. But alas! The brain in its blunt ignorance has been considering itself as the sole and pure source of knowledge. Please! Existance is much much more than what this brain and the senses make us see. It is difficult indeed to know that this brain, unfortunately, can not take you to the world of joy. And yes, JOY is the word. The brain can indeed spell it, J...O...Y...and tell you its meaning, but it is only the 'heart' that will make you FEEL it!
So do you allow me today to make no sense and actually make the biggest sense? Do you permit me to take you somewhere which is nowhere near the world of logic and actually take you to the world that in fact, exists? Do you today, escuse me for speaking out for what comes out and flows out sponteniously straight from some corner of a world I can only FEEL? Do you then, please let me end here witout a conclusion because the empty space that I'll leave after this sentence will have meaning only your heart will understand...............................................................................
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