OmniscientRadiance
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While I am writing this, I am gazing out of the window of my room witnessing the chirping of birds and the lush green trees over which they thrive in joy, in the god's own country. They bring a smile on my lips while I feel shattered by the menace happening within. I am uncertain on how shall I regard this post to be? Confession? Well clueless..may be more..I would love to go with a small anecdote, perhaps large, to make it engaging for a small spectrum of spectators who foray to witness the madness of an old school bloke........
Desire for human is innate and any attempt to pretend passive to it is an anamoly in itself. Different minds seek vivid ways to enthuse themselves. Either all of us are wrong or none is. But few things come at a price. Pretty hefty sometimes. Emotions, the one thing that makes intelligence look shrunk and rationality retarded. And a man who steps over it from his experiences comes out as a being more resilient.
I ventured into this space that was teeming with minds of chaos, despair and solitude out of curiosity...but soon things got better...as if the forlorn land witnessed the early monsoon showers that made the life buried in them spring back i saw the good in the neverland and of all the goodness that prevailed I found the dazzler..
Ahh my!! my!! what can I say? it felt afresh..lungs feel full of oxygen when I try to recollect the joy, if felt as if first love rekindled.. every day felt special. In a space that supposed to be egregious finding love sounds inane..but poor mind found no means to teach the innocent heart better. All it carried was a hope. But it was stupid of me to not remind myself that all that glitters isn't gold. What was a merry-go-ride was least anticipated for a ride to hell. Rejections, have happened in the past, nothing felt this upsetting. Perhaps, my heart failed to learn the lessons from the past and grow desenstised.
Wilde said heart was meant to be broken but least he did to insist an elixir for the same... Gibran advoacted when you love someone let them go for if they return they were always yours.. perhaps gibran was right..I wish he was more didactic to teach me the same and still be happy for an unrequited love..
What hope shall I carry?...I wonder ...........
And talking of sex, which I barely did in this site not beacuse I was naive, the most romantic man knew how to play it right and he knew how to tame the grey in him. I waited for the right time..for the one person.
Love for sex is rational but sex for love isnt.. it barely sounds to sit well..whatever it be sex, is an integral part of love and is the epitome of lovemaking. Even the nectar feels bland when one has it often..the pleasure lies in it being rare......
I erred perhaps on one thing...finding a love that transcends the boundary of sex and still feel the joy being in the comapny of the loved one.
Well this is my first and definitely the last of my posts here. Not intended to evoke hatred towards any but to vent out what was buried deep in so that I dont get consumed by the vortex that is spiralling creating havoc within..
Good day folks..!!!
Good day love.......
I picked an apple assuming it to be of a paradigm, oblivious of the fact that it might turn out rotten deep in.
I wish you the best always. If I hate you, I shall hate me more... I wont do that..sweet heart.....you are a memory of my mind, you have become integral, will stay with me no matter what..happy or sad, no matter what...
Desire for human is innate and any attempt to pretend passive to it is an anamoly in itself. Different minds seek vivid ways to enthuse themselves. Either all of us are wrong or none is. But few things come at a price. Pretty hefty sometimes. Emotions, the one thing that makes intelligence look shrunk and rationality retarded. And a man who steps over it from his experiences comes out as a being more resilient.
I ventured into this space that was teeming with minds of chaos, despair and solitude out of curiosity...but soon things got better...as if the forlorn land witnessed the early monsoon showers that made the life buried in them spring back i saw the good in the neverland and of all the goodness that prevailed I found the dazzler..
Ahh my!! my!! what can I say? it felt afresh..lungs feel full of oxygen when I try to recollect the joy, if felt as if first love rekindled.. every day felt special. In a space that supposed to be egregious finding love sounds inane..but poor mind found no means to teach the innocent heart better. All it carried was a hope. But it was stupid of me to not remind myself that all that glitters isn't gold. What was a merry-go-ride was least anticipated for a ride to hell. Rejections, have happened in the past, nothing felt this upsetting. Perhaps, my heart failed to learn the lessons from the past and grow desenstised.
Wilde said heart was meant to be broken but least he did to insist an elixir for the same... Gibran advoacted when you love someone let them go for if they return they were always yours.. perhaps gibran was right..I wish he was more didactic to teach me the same and still be happy for an unrequited love..
What hope shall I carry?...I wonder ...........
And talking of sex, which I barely did in this site not beacuse I was naive, the most romantic man knew how to play it right and he knew how to tame the grey in him. I waited for the right time..for the one person.
Love for sex is rational but sex for love isnt.. it barely sounds to sit well..whatever it be sex, is an integral part of love and is the epitome of lovemaking. Even the nectar feels bland when one has it often..the pleasure lies in it being rare......
I erred perhaps on one thing...finding a love that transcends the boundary of sex and still feel the joy being in the comapny of the loved one.
Well this is my first and definitely the last of my posts here. Not intended to evoke hatred towards any but to vent out what was buried deep in so that I dont get consumed by the vortex that is spiralling creating havoc within..
Good day folks..!!!
Good day love.......
I picked an apple assuming it to be of a paradigm, oblivious of the fact that it might turn out rotten deep in.
I wish you the best always. If I hate you, I shall hate me more... I wont do that..sweet heart.....you are a memory of my mind, you have become integral, will stay with me no matter what..happy or sad, no matter what...
