The Selfish Truth

The still mist in an empty bottle, A tear fixed to your cheek as time froze... For a moment there, I thought- I could no longer see or be heard.. Cooped up by unknown sorcery that no one can comprehend... I was alone! A moment... Just one tiny moment that stood still, And I'm lost. This stillness devoured every drop of hope I have left. This... this... This strong and undefinable urge, to wake up. I have no one, No one to depend on! No one to look forward to.. No one worth the effort! I managed to divulge my shadow And go to new lows Yet I feel nothing. I am alone! But this is not my time, not yet! Maybe others are plotting oh! the verbal atrocities... Will I still make it?? I wonder.. But for now, I shall roll like a ball in a corner... While I wait- I shall wait Till my time has come but until then I shall remain a shadow in the dark... Waiting...

The carnage of emotions, the prolonging guilt Of growing evils and unnecessary drama. The avenging arm-fold of  the old-SELF! Waters of the dead sea eats up to your chin now... The sodom of your old empty soul, depraving oneself off  the innocence we once had-- Just a Fantasy now? A fairy tale that we have no memory of. Do people actually remember their innocence? I say none. I don't believe so. Innocence is ignorance of reality. The everlasting urge for innocence  is useless, Survival is achieved  when innocence is relieved from our minds and soul. Reality is the abandonment of idealism. Now... instead of wasting your time wanting what you don't need, Lets take a minute to reprocess... Innocence is the antagonist of rationality, it is vulnerability  that will drown you in this concrete world. It is a risk that will guarantee you  grief and shakable existence. a murderous tool  that'll paint your own blood

  Death.... Gruesome, horrifying! Is it the fear of loss or the fear of transcendence? Is it really as terrifying as people say it to be? Pondering on this, I come to wonder... Death doesn't really mean an end. Nor is it a birth!!  It is a state of absolution, an opportunity to disappear into  the background of space. A chance to forget the torment of life, the helplessness of bounded freedom. ... But... Just as we want to be seen,                                                               we want to be unseen.                                              We want to live, just as we all secretly want to die  So is death really supposedly negative? Death consumes the physical, lets go of the abstract. It is a remarkable act of nature... Nature binds the physical and the abstract at birth!! but eventually rips its creation to pieces,  dissecting the complexities  and discards the useless waste.   The true miracle of pure co

  How do we know what we see is true? My eyes may see what yours can't Heck! An eye may see what the other eye can't... What still remains the question is- Am I seeing the same thing as you are? Pink may be black for all we know but the generalization that has been taught to us, to create a harmony and general view of everything around us... Is the greatest deception,  A Lie!! A big Farce!! To nature and to ourselves... We do not know anything, yet we still try to prove ourselves geniuses. But in the defense of mankind, we are just trying to survive. Then why do we still have to stick to primitive Ideals??? Why is it that we do not sit and embark on better ways to solve this problem? Here we stumble upon another question... Does anyone even take notice?