From the mysterious chapel of mind utterings of consciousness were surfacing. Thoughts were gaining momentum and it seemed for a while was I alive? The cravings of heart left an unusual bloated eyes; Man’s destiny is tough; he has to cross a long life of mostly uncertainty with only a promise of death in the end. The heart craved for the wine of intimacy despite a million things that set it apart; were men and women promised love in this world? There might only be seekers who had missed it out; the abundant out pouring of heart can only be accessed by those who are willing to give it out unconditionally in the first place; what pity of a man who cannot even love his family and boasts about universal brotherhood, saintly interventions and godly deliverances. Even the best delicacies served without love by the low minded wont appease the heart and if you are not bestowing your heart through food then why should you dine?
Maybe everything is clear only in pockets of imagination and when two people converse there explodes these pocketed imaginations giving out a million hues; when your heart conspires with your lady maybe both melts to transform into a million new pictures; your tastes, differences, likes, dislikes everything either collides or merges to new understandings. It’s amusing to me that how can some pour intoxicants when they open up their hearts through words and others do the opposite? For me it seems diligent for both the cases just that both of them are spreading two different poles of life; one is a disease that afflicts and binds the mind and the other soothes and nourishes it and the freedom to choose whatever we want has been given to us. It’s interesting how all these can be characterized and brought to life, maybe only when an open criticism happens and when we listen to change for good will we understand how futile our current lives are and what are we feeding ourselves and the society with. How low is a life that only persists the self and is only blinded to oneself but alas what can one do but to bark amongst dogs. And what wits does the imperial court play for you might very well not see the light for charges of grave adversities for everyone is in their own prisons.