Life moves in a vacuum

I have been blank for a while. Somewhat drawn within a shell, dwelling in my own world. I did talk with everyone, but it was not the real me. How do I say that? I can, since I know the thoughts and the words raced from my mind and went outside just like you throw something out of the window. I didn't feel one with them, I couldn't identify with my thoughts as the heart had stopped playing any part in it.

Then does that mean we sometimes live superficially? Do we realize that or we continue thinking we have changed? Do we ever change or we just modify the way we interact with the outside world?So many questions are there in my mind. That means all these days, I don't have the count how many, I had gone blank? Why I decided to pen down my thoughts then? What inspired me to come out of my comfort zone and again try out something different. To reach out again with my thoughts and create an impression. Is that a craving to connect again in the way I wanted with the outside world or is it that I am now too bored with the idea of I, me and myself?

We live life in different compartments. Sometimes some of that gets too hot or cold for our comfort. Then we being self centered beings immediately rush to another zone to be comfortable. It hardly matters to us how we responded to others in the process. They too stop bothering about us or it can be that first they got blank, so we followed suit. Life still keeps on moving in a vaccum...

A day between the real and the unreal

It was just another day, some usual moments interspersed with fun and laughter. Suddenly it changed at night. The pattern, the features which gave the day the definition of being monotonous kind of cooperated with one another to make it a day which you would not forget in a hurry. It was not bad neither it was good, it had those shades of gray which have the dangerous intention to mix things.

The thoughts which came in a loop, suddenly collided with each other. The feelings confused the soul. The mind raced beyond the realm of reality and stretched its domain to the unreal. The being found itself transfixed on edge, where it didn't know where to step and where not.

It was not a calamity, but the apocalypse could be sensed. The real world's flimsy cover which clogged the minds was lifting, the unreal which was actually the truth was shining beyond the darkness.

How can a simple event have such a tremendous effect? How humanity would sense it? Everything apparently was normal, why would anyone bother about what may happen. There was no conclusive proof that change was coming.

Was that a dream or a figment of my imagination, I did not know. I had no authenticated documents to prove my theory, which was now gradually becoming a reality which at least I could sense. I got support from like minded people, very few in number.

I could see, my emotions, thought process all were not guided by events in reality. There were somethings which were happening beyond. If I had tears in my eyes, if I got angry or was happy, I always did not find reasons which triggered these responses.

Was all this my ESP or I was just thinking too much. Did I need a break? Break from what, mundane or the eventful days? Questions were many but I never got any answers because I knew they were not to be found in the real world. I knew this but how to convince others in seeing what I was sensing. For them matter was something which had mass. Why anyone will believe in something abstract. I thought to let it loose.

I decided I will not convince anyone. Let me take up a formula where two plus two would be four but something would be added up in the unreal world as well...The reverie was broken.

Ishika looked blankly at the sky. She had just finished her coffee, she never knew how these thoughts came up to her. Suddenly the sky started changing color. From blue to red to purple, multiple hues, in sync with each other. She got up and decided to venture out and witness this celestial phenomenon. But she did not find the ground to put her feet on. She then realized, sky was where she was actually there and the ground was lost.

The Soul in Dilemma

The soul cried in agony,
The silence never heard it,
It waited for at least a whisper,
Which was nowhere to be heard.

It thought for a while,
And then screamed loudly,
Blood and feelings,
Both drained out from its heart.

Heart? But did it have a heart?
Where was it?
Why it never realized it was there?

The sorrow, the sadness aroused it.
Made it aware it was a living soul,
Not a dead one...

It wanted to live,
Live for one it loved,
Live for the moments which brought happiness,
But was that to be?

It had already started walking on the path which led to end,
Soon everything which attracted it will vanish,
It won't die but its persona would.
The truth was ruthless.
It somehow killed it.

The soul kept on thinking,
How to convey to everyone,
It was about to leave,
And that it deserved,
What it wished for.

But who was listening to it?
Not a soul, not a whisper,
It craved for someone to talk to,
The silence was tearing it to pieces.

Was it preparing for the end?
Or it has finished and this was the end.
The path which it was walking on,
Did that take it to the end?
Or this was the journey of death?

But then how it can still feel?
How thoughts still came to its mind?
Why pain still brought tears?
Why anger still disturbed it?

Was it dead but living?
Or living but dead?
The dilemma continued...

The soul decided it will live,
Live on its own terms,
Love in its own way,
Tears, smiles, laughter all will come,
But they would on its own.
It will not ask for anything now.
Since it stopped asking for life,
And it never asked for death....

The Breakup

The stone was lying like that,
Unattended, discarded, forgotten,
The wind sometimes hurled abuse at it,
The rain drops cursed themselves when they fell on it,
The sun and the moon were its only companion
But it didn’t pay much heed to their existence,
They only added the difference it wanted.

One day it decided to change,
The stone thought it will greet anyone who looks its way,
It did not know what care was,
So if anyone looked at it,
That was quite important.

Then that day the earth decided to release its pressure,
The creations were destroyed,
The trees, the river, the flowers, the creatures all shrieked in fear.
The stone was happy.

It didn’t know why, but it was.
It broke into two,
It could see itself,
The agony of solitude was gone,
It had some company.

The sun came out again,
Life limped back to where it was,
But the life of the stone was changed forever…

Social Media Connect with the Soul

How it would feel to be connected, when I am there in another world? This random thought crossed my mind today while I was returning home after work. Why it came I have no idea but the thought was interesting, this much I know.

So what will actually happen is when the soul will leave the body it will tweet or post on Facebook that, all the pain and misery seems to have ended and it feels light. There is a vertical ascent and it seems that it is crossing layers of realization. Nothing seems to be permanent and it seems everything is in transition.

The soul will want to communicate with near and dear ones and it will do so. But the disadvantage will be that it will tempt it to get attached with the world it is leaving. It will not know what is there for it above but it will know what it is leaving down. It will see the true picture of people whom he thought its close ones.

It will wonder why it is going above? Who will receive him there? The dilemma will continue whether to just stay back keep on communicating in the transition phase or leave everything and go up, get disconnected.

It will not get time to decide, before that suddenly it will pick up speed and rush up. Memories will fade, it will forget who it was but will know where it has to go. It will attain salvation. The social media connect will get soulful? Will It?

New Year Resolution

Why you have to be the same always,
Year after year, the thought continues..

When we have something always in our life it just loses its existence for us and becomes a part of our life or maybe we blend in that to become one complete whole. We crave for the same distinction which was present when the thing was in front of our eyes or when we acknowledged its entity. Now that we got used to it, slowly the definition blurs. The lines fade, the boundaries melt and what remains is an abstract phenomenon which you feel but could not see.

I am going to discover those abstract phenomenons in my life in the year 2011. The limitations, the boundaries, the shapes all are going to disappear, the discovery will start....