What? November 20, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in Fictitious, parallel existence.Tags: dreams, me, questions, random, thoughts
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Yes, this refers to the frequently asked questions. Questions! That haunts our mind. Questions! for which we always seek answers. More questions as we try to answer the previously questioned questions. And we enter a fractal type loop, with the same complexity and nature at each level we enter. Curiosity undefined.
Questions please us, they hurt us as well. Random questions, long asked questions, painful questions, happy questions each with their own importance. Difficult to classify them on the basis of happiness, emotions, feeling or willingness to ask them, it’s better if we give them a “effect quotient”. As the name suggests this may be the question evaluation based on the effect it has on our mind, heart. Thoughts to be precise!
What song do you hear? What colors do you see? What revolves around your head? What am I? Why me? Why this time? . . ? . . . ? . . . .? . . . . .?
NO END!
And the questions are infinite, like an ever extending d.n.a. structure in which you are moving on a strand, twisting and rotating!
The final question that comes to me after this piece of unimportant information would be why all these questions? Is it the voice of my broken dreams, or my unending quest for finding myself? And I keep questioning myself.
Amen!
The Reality. November 11, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in People, Ripple.Tags: butterfly, dream, mind, People, reality, thoughts
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I believe in hope. I believe in change. I believe in butterfly effect. I want to think fantasy, want to stay away from the present untruth world, and keep my own castle in the sky, a world full of my thoughts. A dream world, according to me, made by me!
I often see people trying to stay close to reality. This may be because they find the transition from a dream world to a real world as problematic. Or they just don’t want to see themselves in the world they always desire. What is the real problem with just thinking what you want, or thinking literally anything? I believe that it won’t change the reality much, but will for sure make it a better place to live!
Birds swimming, fish flying, four legged laughing buildings, cycles speaking, a cup of coffee with someone at Mt. Everest. What’s wrong with you flying with the action of your hand? Zooming in and out with a blink of your eye, and whoosh you got teleported to wherever you want. Walking on the water, riding on the air, flowing with sound. Quietly smiling within when all others looking surprisingly at you.
Everyone is free to catch its own butterfly with her mind, you just need to open your eyes, and it shall fly! It’s dynamic, existing for only a small time. But definitely gives us happiness.
Yes, this was in fact written for you, to make you feel that the dream world is not that bad after all. There is nothing wrong in thinking what you always want to be, considering yourself as the owner of your own mind, own world. At least I hope so. Forever.
Amen.
The Silence ! November 5, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in Fictitious, parallel existence.Tags: dreaming, mind, mystery, silence
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I am in a state of silence. Not that I am silent.
I can’t hear any macroscopic sounds, no murmuring, no whispers. Nothing actually felt by my auditory receptors, only the unknown vibrations felt by my mind, might be just the thoughts traveling across or feelings vibrating within.
“Please don’t make any noise, I want silence”. The sound of this voice keeps revolving around my head, over the mind, crossing above the ear lane, paralleled back tracing the mysterious vein. Appears as though, sounds are in the form of green bright leaves, with water droplets on them as on a winter morning reflecting back the sun’s rays. And the leaves are circling around my head.
Again and again, in a rhythmic manner, appears so beautiful that I hear them clearly and thus maintaining my state of silence, utter silence.
The beep sound from one of my ear, the sound of my eyes blinking, the noise of my breathing, my beautiful heart beat, the sound of blood flowing in my veins, and the silence around… and I am hearing none of them, I just can’t hear any of them.
What exactly it is then? Thoughts fell like silent leaves falling of the tree, blurred vision due to silent tears.
What silence? Its not silence, it’s not a state without sound! It’s more of a myth.
or just, I am in a state of silence. Not that I am silent.
Amen.
