Emotions

This is not mine. Please visit the link below Incredible Post underneath those layers of resistence all that's left is the nakedness of our souls. pure. unfiltered. immensely personal and intricately simplistic. a fragment of truth in its most organic form. but with morter made of broken dreams and shattered hearts we brick ourselves from hurt. and although we secretly wait for that one person whom we will finally allow to break through, in reality we just sweep the ravages of beautific memories beneath the porcelin tiles of a million cold nights because we're ALWAYS short on love. i read somewhere that the hummingbird's heart is the size of a pencil eraser, yet they can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing! their hearts are built thinner and leaner to endure the insanity of such flight but when they come to rest they come close to death. yet, they fly, breathe, and live more passion in their short two-year lifespan than a two-hundred year old tortoise retreatin...

The thoughts from past Hold my mind As friends and foes Play their roles All these a dream No more I feel The past I cant change Just like my dreams Could I have done this Or something else Would I be someone In another place Do I want to be different Would I be better than this Thoughts from the past Are all that remain Am I this for what I know Or am I this because I am destined so I claim I dont care But why then these linger These thoughts of yore Change I want here and now The past is gone A dream well remembered Can I change the now without the past? The rain falls as usual A chaotic calm Forced by waters Churning around People wait like frogs Croaking and screaming Wanting to venture Into the snakes fangs Is this present because of the past Or is it what it is irrespective of time? Questions Questions .. no answer I know To stop my mind From its painful flow Can I not change the here and now? I conclude from the philosophies That the past is a dream A dream held in conscious mem...

Here i am, an entity In flesh and blood Sick and tired Of this mad rush for wealth Holding on to sanities chord I lie here waiting For the moment to dawn That moment.. I succeed Waiting, I see through This pin hole of a brain and stop for a second All thoughts of fame A glimpse, a ray of light When all around including i Fade into a screen of varied colours Life, a picture in motion A movie in time I see this world inside thee Om Nama Shivaya Sat Chit Ananda