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I rolled down the windows and let the air caress my face and soothe my aching thoughts. She sat there in the seat right next to mine yet she was farther away than ever before.
Her head rested on the window’s edge and the wind messed up her hair.I wanted to say something but the words caught in my throat. All I can think of is her trying to smile at me through the tears streaming down her face.

 

 

 

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SHADOWS AND SLAVES

How is the dark unknown if you can define it as the dark? It is the light that is undefinable. Because even when you see you can never be sure of what it is that you are seeing. Faces are masks where your eyes are the only slits that allow a glimpse of the soul. Everyone has a slave in a shadow, it does what you do, when you do it. But as soon as it gets dark, the shadow gets a chance to escape and be free in whatever realm it is that shadows are free.

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BLURRED LINES

THE BEST WRITERS ARE THOSE THAT BLUR THE BOUNDARIES BETWEEN DREAMS AND REALITY.

 

 

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ROCKY ALLITERATIONS

 

He just sat there, rocking in his rocking chair, listening to his rock music, completely off his rocker until a rock fell from the sky and rocked him out of his misery.

THE PROFESSOR: PART 1

“Life is like a dream

Anything can happen at any given point of time.

What if we are all asleep and dreaming and our dreams mingle together and form this world in which we think we reside? What if thought is matter and everything we see around us is a figment of our imagination? What if the very chair I sit on while writing this is only solid as long as I believe it to be so. Within the last century mankind has witnessed some of its greatest inventions. All of these inventions were born from an idea, a thought. What are inventions and discoveries but simply thoughts that had never existed before? Therefore by thinking we create. Our thoughts shape who we are and what we become. We talk about harnessing the power of our mind i.e. the power of thought but that seems absurd at more than one level. The mind is in control, our thoughts guide our every action. Is this how destiny dictates the course of our lives; how we are all God’s puppets; the only strings attatched are the thoughts planted in our minds. How can we possibly believe that we are in control, that our brains aren’t programmed in whichever factory our maker connects all the wires that allow the brain to commandeer our every action? Think of God as the programmer who has programmed us to be what we are and the devil as a hacker who gets past the firewalls and plants thoughts which are like computer viruses that spread and infect one brain after another. The constant stream of chatter inside our brains is similar to the endless conversations which take place online. We are always thinking, it’s not something we can control. It’s not …..”

“So what you are trying to say is that God is a computer programmer”, said the brown haired girl with an incredulous look on her face. The little professor looked lost , the torrent of his discourse having been so rudely interrupted by this silly girl.

“The ideas you put forth today have given all of us a lot to think about, but unfortunately that’s all the time we have today”, said the actual professor to the class and the little professor, who looked more annoyed than anything.

to be continued…..

AN OCEAN OF AWARENESS

USUALLY THE WORLD IS AN OCEAN OF CHAOS BUT SOMETIMES IN THIS OCEAN YOU ENCOUNTER A WAVE OF CLARITY. YOU KNOW YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD, YOU KNOW HAPPINESS, YOU ARE AWARE OF ALL THERE IS AND ALL THERE EVER WILL BE.

THE SPARK OF CREATION

I believe it lies within all of us i.e. the spark of creation. Yet there are many among us who would rather spend their life living in a society which was once someone else’s idea and nothing more, being too afraid to fan the spark of creation, to create flames and to play with fire. The fire I speak of is not the one that destroys, though it could do even that if not controlled, but a pure fire like the ones which cleanse our soul.

Epic one liners – Alternate reality

A seperate universe hides behind every eyelid

I’M GLAD I DON’T SLEEP VERY WELL

I fell into a deep slumber and dreamed that I was flying. I felt the air rushing against my skin, my senses heightened by adrenaline. I opened my eyes and saw the hard cement ground below rushing to greet me. By the time I realized it was no longer a dream it was too late. I am no longer capable of realizing anything anymore.

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