Says Aristotle...

"To say of something which is that it is not, or to say of something which is not that it is, is false. However, to say of something which is that it is, or of something which is not that it is not, is true."

- Aristotle.

Treachery

Man its tiring to always keep on comprehending your past, and its essence. I could do that forever, all day long. But it dosent do me any good except for the fact that it occasionaly makes me cry, which is good i think. But when you start to find the deeper and higher meanings you come to the conclusion that you cannot justify it just by knowing the past, but rather living the present and then probably analysing a part of you, that is hidden, destroyed, inhibited or forgotten. When you achieve that you will find that there is nothing more secure and obscure than that.

Although i would add that certain things will definitely make you wanna kill yourself but that can be overcome given the fact, not all judgement arises from good but rather good done to you by others. Making you think and rethink the idea of obscurity and then having to match your thoughts on that wavelength, which is even tougher but you will achieve eventually and make the most out of it seeking deeper prospects of sureshot success. Only to be established by an already existing idea and thus allwoing yourself the freedom, justice, pathos, energy, solitude. etc. that one needs to find the right kind of answers. Thus making contemplate the justice of your soul.

Now this is known as crap:

Now I am waiting here tonight, for what? The world to end and reborn as a soul, discreet of its good.
Making changes that are sound, the clock is wound,
That goes round and round and round. Oh! How insane the pain we bound.

It hurts, to be hound. But believe me its better than the feelings which surround.
Scorching inconsistence, all or nothing to the future, cast by spells of despair.
Ageing me slowly is the splinter in my head,
It feels like a pillow under the bed. The ability to be held, close to city’s bend.


All I see is fear, hatred and revenge. How I crave for the bench,
Bring the money, Lets burn it honey.
Make a free dummy, save me a penny. All across its funny.
But I am dark and bunny, blues around the world making you edge towards the bright day sunny.

Chitter, chatter of humans, worse than the deacons.
Felt down by the beacons,
I’ll kill all just to be free, under a tree. Me, myself and thee,
Just us the three, How insecure the lead.

Beauty is just a need, of the mind towards the seed,
Through surmounting feed, it beckons the fruitless deed,
Hoards of boring deals, of what one feels.
So sure, you are near seals who laugh at the kneels.

Of photographers who steal, their innocent meals.

Whoever he was...

Walter Kaufmann described existentialism as "The refusal to belong to any school of thought, the repudiation of the adequacy of any body of beliefs whatever, and especially of systems, and a marked dissatisfaction with traditional philosophy as superficial, academic, and remote from life.

Poem in distress:

Engaged in a self involved conflict,
I stare at the empty eyes of people who are known as friends, never to gain never to reign...

Impulsed by the fruitful desire of love, thoughts proved sufficient enough to disapprove...


Blinded by wounds of the heart, Scorched by the meaninglessness of life, Bound by the power of hope I stand, sinful and sorrowful, amongst whispers and curses I breathe,

Knowing the fact never lose hope; Life seems to fade away, only to reappear as an illusion, nothing is worth living for, but there are something's worth dying for...

Fascinating

Throughout history man has evolved into being able to see and believe things that are beyond his understanding. These standing out feelings are the only things that determine our existence. We believe in a self assured and all loving world, whereas in truety its a world caped in lust, greed and needs and breeds of selfless mismanaging individuals. Though the idea that man overpowers is a fact, it is a myth. It becomes believable only when all the future is maniacal and wants to make a statement, which deals with a life long melting of your borrowed feelings. we never engaged in an idea different from ours, but are living with it day after day never once questioning our existence. Why???What is the purpose of all this???Where do we go from here???

Totally Wasted

All of this analysis, these repurcussions, these engaging ideas and its relevant sub ordinate fucked up properties. I have come to only one conclusion and that is this life is not for me. Having challenged myself and plotting against me, I have moved to a stage of self derogatory and hateful regret, making me think of all the consequences that i have endured or expected will endure. Relating to them and making statements which are equally superflous. I can justify that all is a waste. The meaninglessness has overwhelmed, empowered and obscured the mind. It has become like a splinter in my mind, making me believe that possible illusions of the mind are relevant and mechanical. This lifestlye drains you out, for sure but more than that it makes you stop thinking, which i believe is worse than suicide. But making count of the much avoided sociological makeup of the mind. I can feel that i can judge a better tomorrow though at the cost of my life.

How a man needs a source of inspiration is inspirational itself. Making thought provoking and conscious ideas which need to be subjected to a self governing awareness and leads you to build on the depreciated costs and binding forecasts of methodical purpose and also needs to be occured in a state that has never occured, never orderd or bothered, untill reached a self realising state of nothingness. Only to be governed by an obscure needless idea, of maniacal consciousness. This allows us to consider the proximity of the near by authoritative nature of self regulatory consciousness, echoed by words of fortitude. But again only leading to an ultimatum of knowing the good from the bad. Its good but it has an existence beacuse of bad, so how do you define bad???

Origination

How can i deny the feelings of vagaries caused by the meaninglessness of futile belonging. Edging towards a self assessed and ridiculed feeling of loneliness. Although in a road surrounded by hoardes of people nothing seeems to seem known and yet nothing is unknown. Though ordered by the occult, to stand and guard the meaning is lost. Making you think and suppress thoughts that go beyond human ideas. But holding on to them makes you feel human again. A hermit never reasons his actions because he knows that the path towards the end never asks any answers, but only questions. Nothing improper or nothing insecure only the conscious self emanating thoughts are sort after. They say that the mind only relates to concious thoughts and efforts but that is not the case. There are thoughts beyond your mental capabilites to understand whihc you know exist but will never find answers for. You will keep searching and hunting all your life only to be dissapointed in yourself and asking for self modulation.

Betrayal

Hmmm..a complex emotion to deal with..but luckily i hav had many experiences with it.Some heart breaking others enlighting..he he..yes enlighting cause when sumone betryas u..u realise th actual self of tht person n how unimportant u were n his/her life..tht they cud just betray u without ever reconsidering it...Every action has a cause but sum dnt hav..wht do u do abt these kind of actions..how does one react to thm n furthr engage in a battle which is equally inspiring and controlling..We keep thinking of getting over our betrayals but honestly we never get over thm...we constantly keep analysing thm n thinking abt th reasons for it..though we may not be at fault still..who cares..a little bit of thinking can always be given to useless things like tht..wht say??Its sometimes gud to be betrayed by others but not gud to betray others...think abt it...

Sluuurrrrrp

Well this one is about a drink which i have on a regular basis n th feeling tht it evokes in me..Th drink is just sherbat which one gets at th golawala's but the kind of ingredients tht go into it are beyond compare. I usually make him put milkmaid in my sherbat and the taste which develops is just ecstatic..The aroma enchants you before you take a sip, you feel like u dnt want to drink it, just keep on feeling th smell of th freshly grated ice, the thick milkmaid syrup and th essenceful gola liquid which is been put into it..The smell is so nourishing tht for a second or two i feel like i am the king of the world, it just teleports you to a world which you hardly know but wanna be in forever, it is an instant healer of pain and sorrow, mellowd down feelings n the sureshot succesion of being alive.And whn you gulp it down, it goes thru th neck n slowly into the darknessof the stomach, but leaves a mesmerising taste in your mouth,a craving which is only fulfilled by taking anothr sip....I wish those glasses could just keep on coming,but alas..th money..oh th money..i swear ill conquer it one day.

Never mind...

Vertigo they say is a disorder of the brain in which one feels dizzy, its bad to have it..i dnt agree to it..man i wish i had it somehow n thn engage in a flight of dreams never heard nvr seen nver felt. Surest way to being excited beyond a point of no return is this feeling along wiht th feeling of becoming one with th tunes of nature..njoying th minuscules of laughter., and thn heading towards anever ending passage of metamorphosis of the mind. Vertigo is the place all shud be, to allow oneself th freedom of thought beyond thought n thinking in a way like u nvr hav n nvr will, self producing meaninglessness of worried down dark secrets n returning to th world of th dead. U wanna run to it n still cnt reach it, u wanna hide but u r already seen, its like the feeling of being not sure whethr ur dreaming or still awake....ever had tht. Its wht keeps one thinking to go beyond th fucking human trials n tribulations n to think abt a life without th ideation of belongingness, of living, of searching, of engaging, of feeling.....Misery they say is th man's second best friend n how true it stands. i hav been trying to but in vain, as sugar coated as it seams its simply blinding n behaving in a self improved cathartic feeling of vengeance..Blood thirsty n gut wrenching it speaks, a two edged sword, u get cut in some or th other way..