So while it take years to gain knowledge and sanity, a moment is more than enough to wipe off all that wisdom. There's only one truth that there's no truth, which in itself is an oxymoron. Our minds are too weak to construe the depths existing within us. While I sleep, I am awake. While I'm awake, I am somewhere else. I walk miles, while standing at the same place and sometimes even after walking for like hours, I am exactly there where I started. Not an inch moved. In this moment, I am moving with the stars, into the infinite space, into oblivion.
An Evening's Impressions
On an evening like this, quiet, Soft, smooth and scarlet hanging flabbily out of the blueprints of a humdrum day of early summers Dirty as I roved in the porch watching blue herons serenading on the green branches of the Mango tree, the thought that clicked me first wasn’t of yesterday’s memories, or today’s accomplishments or tomorrow’s clear-cut charts or of the meadows full of green rain-soaked grass with heaps of moss gleaming in moonlight, or of where the stars hide in the day but of an ordinary world with ordinary things. It seemed the perfect moment to say a good-bye to this hyperbolized world and its gaudy lights and intemperate facades and to return into the lanes of a wrinkle-free world full of geese and swans. fairy tales slipping out of the pockets and memories from childhood taking form of sounds and noises, into aimless ramblings of the dreams and the magic-filled nights, which followed the motion of the stars and eavesdropped the silent whispers that the gasping earth ma...
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