Have you ever seen your most fulfilling dream passing out of your hands in minutes just like dry sand falls out of hand no matter how hard you try to hold it ...tight. Newer places and ambience makes me invigourated all the times, its like flavor to life. I am reviving, asking questions and making newer recipies. Explaining to the self that there is more to the purpose here.
Most good things in life begins very innocuously, we tend to overlook it but then when we start assuming importance and takes most of room in mind they feel better than ever. After they check out we are nowhere.
Anonymous hotel room, thats what is the stupd-fkn definition is the way of living. Some call it extravaganza, others call it journey, and when some asks me what do i call it- I always ask for a minute.
In a minute!
Admist loud music, chaos, crowd, high speed vehicles, scattered food and concrete roads is what i beckon a invisible hand. A Invisible hand that will come from sky and take me to a new place, where there are transcendal creation of beautific imaginations. Moreover there wont be the like of me- mortals, with an eyes, blood, bones and flesh we define our generations. All the filth that there is has to merge with something that is still worthy of calling it sanity. Adam Smith defined the core of capitalism and people celebrated his creation of wealth of nations but forgot the 'invisible hand'.
This is neither heresy, blashphemy, filth or abstruse my fellow sapiens because our survival is not a function of mating only but we have another vital role to play to. That is to call upon the devils beneath the earth and give the throne they rightly deserve. The earth.
I must sleep before i go more towards nowhere. WHy do you people read this stuff. Dont you have some other 'important work' to do. May be you want to attend the call of nature. I guess i have to pick it up now...........
seeya
happy crazinees.. its neither begining nor the end.. it was always in the middle.. always been.. and always be..there.
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