A complex wiring of neurons, connected with extreme yet sensitive emotions.
A matter that can hardly bare a eye lid force, yet can generate immense power
Fuzzy thoughts make the flowers on the thorns garden
and ……………………………………..a blanket spread on them.
The blanket is me and the rest is quite obvious. My emotional thoughts. I never let any tranquil in any one of my nerve cell, they just keep charged and allow the currents pass through. The emotions used to raise the pulse and mouth used to do the talking to decrease the pulse. I was never sure when to let my emotion out and of course how to let it out. I was struggling for this answer. Many faces I met and many voices I asked, no help. I was down and almighty was the only way to help me. Having this faith, I walked to my sitting room. I saw a olds man barging in with a bag like thing in his hand.
To solve my confusion, he said this will help how to tackle emotions. Next time you freely anxious, just close your fist and open it, you will find a rock in your hand. Put that in your bag. I curiously asked after that. He said you will get to know by yourself.
I started doing this and observed the bag grew more stiff. Over a period of time I saw a tap opening a the bottom of bag. Oh! I didn’t notice in earlier days. The bag developed fumes from itself, looked as if, emotions were melting.
Out of curiousness I untapped the bag. A lump of metal flew out and solidified. It was looking very precious and rich. Every time I feel an emotion I started seeing the lump out. How intense the pain was that bright the stones were. People found them extraordinary.
Seeing the brightness on and off, I am proud of o0ur thought channel, the right channel
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Friday, 29 May 2009
I am What I am!!
A thin silver lining along the rectangle border, heavily coated with Zinc on the back, curvatures of flowers on the top and bottom, this is what I am. Most of the people claim that I beautify them, of course when they look into me. Well coming to personification from vagueness I am a mirror. I take pride of my silver lining and the characteristics what people like in me.
But I could never get a chance to see myself. I was always with a curious mind to know what really is there in the shiny glass material of mine, what do I constitute how do I look like, what color I bore. Well, many efforts were in vain to look at myself and almost to managed to save a break midway through my body, only realizing that I needed help of a thing like me to tell me how am I.
I started moving away and reached a place where I found many mirrors around. I started mingling with them to get my real self. I went close to a mirror and started looking at it. I was seeing something in green color, with streaks of blackish brown. I was staring at it and I observed the color changed after sometime me being the same. This gave me a confusion, I could not make out whether this is how I am or these are the characteristics of the other mirror. I did a similar exercise with few others, got really randomized and tried.
I came to a corner closed my eyes and was just skeptical to see anything else. I was seeing dark black and nothing else. Well for a moment I felt this is the best part of mine, at least I am consistent with this, I am always black to myself. After sometime I heard a voice saying, Open your eyes I will let you know what you are. I was very skeptical, I just don’t want to hurt myself again and see this darkness. I replied, I am sorry I have already lost most of the interest. The voice replied, “you are saying you have some interest left, great! Let me help you then.” I was dazed with this line, in fact it was totally different meaning of the same words what I uttered with some other meaning.
I thought I’ll put forward my concern, I stated my experiences and I said I can’t trust you. what if you move away in the middle. What if you change your colors? I will get confused again. The voice replied, “Listen, neither I will move, nor I have any color by myself. So there is no reason you should fear. I promise you to let you get what you are thriving for.”
I opened my eyes, and I was gazing at the mirror in front of me. I was in pale yellow color, with some shades of bluish green, I felt wow, I am really beautiful. I was really happy to see my true self. After a while I thought is this really true? At the same moment the color started changing. I shouted “See the color is changing, you promised me you will not change.” The voice replied, “It’s not me, it’s you who is changing”.
“oh! This thinking reflects the color is it.” I realized how my thoughts align to myself, how will one change with his thoughts. I started being consistent with my thoughts and so was the color. After sometime I saw the colors getting more brighter and beautiful. Before even I asked anything, the voice said, “If you improve yourself you look more beautiful.” These lines did some magic on me. I came out of the perception that I am not defined already, I need to define myself and build my own colors. The moment I said this my color was going light and I was turning transparent. I could feel the piousness I was seeing in the transparency and yes in the process of building a true self, one will turn virtuous, I mean transparent. Once I reached this stage, I never had question on myself. I always knew “I am what I am”
But I could never get a chance to see myself. I was always with a curious mind to know what really is there in the shiny glass material of mine, what do I constitute how do I look like, what color I bore. Well, many efforts were in vain to look at myself and almost to managed to save a break midway through my body, only realizing that I needed help of a thing like me to tell me how am I.
I started moving away and reached a place where I found many mirrors around. I started mingling with them to get my real self. I went close to a mirror and started looking at it. I was seeing something in green color, with streaks of blackish brown. I was staring at it and I observed the color changed after sometime me being the same. This gave me a confusion, I could not make out whether this is how I am or these are the characteristics of the other mirror. I did a similar exercise with few others, got really randomized and tried.
I came to a corner closed my eyes and was just skeptical to see anything else. I was seeing dark black and nothing else. Well for a moment I felt this is the best part of mine, at least I am consistent with this, I am always black to myself. After sometime I heard a voice saying, Open your eyes I will let you know what you are. I was very skeptical, I just don’t want to hurt myself again and see this darkness. I replied, I am sorry I have already lost most of the interest. The voice replied, “you are saying you have some interest left, great! Let me help you then.” I was dazed with this line, in fact it was totally different meaning of the same words what I uttered with some other meaning.
I thought I’ll put forward my concern, I stated my experiences and I said I can’t trust you. what if you move away in the middle. What if you change your colors? I will get confused again. The voice replied, “Listen, neither I will move, nor I have any color by myself. So there is no reason you should fear. I promise you to let you get what you are thriving for.”
I opened my eyes, and I was gazing at the mirror in front of me. I was in pale yellow color, with some shades of bluish green, I felt wow, I am really beautiful. I was really happy to see my true self. After a while I thought is this really true? At the same moment the color started changing. I shouted “See the color is changing, you promised me you will not change.” The voice replied, “It’s not me, it’s you who is changing”.
“oh! This thinking reflects the color is it.” I realized how my thoughts align to myself, how will one change with his thoughts. I started being consistent with my thoughts and so was the color. After sometime I saw the colors getting more brighter and beautiful. Before even I asked anything, the voice said, “If you improve yourself you look more beautiful.” These lines did some magic on me. I came out of the perception that I am not defined already, I need to define myself and build my own colors. The moment I said this my color was going light and I was turning transparent. I could feel the piousness I was seeing in the transparency and yes in the process of building a true self, one will turn virtuous, I mean transparent. Once I reached this stage, I never had question on myself. I always knew “I am what I am”
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Marbles That Matter
I am a green colored marble, with crest of transverse wave inscribed, with a thin band of white and green mix. I am very smooth externally and if looked in you can see spread out spangles inside me. I exist with many other marbles around me and we keep moving along the time line.
Few people look at me and say, this is like universe, and some others say this is all crap. Though initially I was confused with these kind of mixed feelings, time taught me to believe in myself and started believing that I am universe for a few.
At times I feel alone, last time when I felt I moved towards another marble to my side. It was a pale yellow one with a golden streak in it. Light was falling on me and the other marble was reacting to it. I started getting warmth from the light, the other marble moved itself to decrease the intensity of heat on me. It was soothing and I was feeling pleasant. I was about to get more close to the marble, someone poured us into a big jar.
I missed it, in fact missed it forever. When I saw the marbles around me, some were looking at me so differently, as if I am nothing and some were not even minding my presence. It was a hard scene to take on and as it was jar I could not move away easily. I tried my level best, I just couldn’t do anything about it. There was light on me many a times and I had to manage the heat by myself. It was a lonely scene and yet I had no water to get out as tears, as the heat was high and my surrounding marbles hated wetness.
Well I started being for myself and making myself ready for a marble who will look again the universe in me. Over a period of time few of the marbles left me and some came closer; the jar was moved.
It was easy with the new marbles for me to see the stars in them and understand their spangles. Slowly the count of marbles seeing universe in me increased. Few were ones what I like and few were the ones who liked me. When I moved towards what I liked I stretched the vision of the one’s I liked. Well I almost damaged myself when I was longing for some marbles and some marbles had a similar fate with me. It was a state of confusion again and well I was not sure how to clear this…
Then there was a shuffle in the jar and it scattered each and every marble and I was no exception. But I wanted this shuffle to be the last one and wanted to attain stability. This time when I was moving I chose the marbles, I did even chose when I was leaving some. It was a quest to find the marbles which matter to my movement. Well this shuffle came in the right time and the heat I borne before made my choosing easier.
This exercise made my life simple. Spangles were shining more and universe was even more beautiful. Now when someone peeps through me, I relish to show the universe I posses in myself and the changes marbles made to it. Well to be even more specific the changes made by the “Marbles That Matter”
Few people look at me and say, this is like universe, and some others say this is all crap. Though initially I was confused with these kind of mixed feelings, time taught me to believe in myself and started believing that I am universe for a few.
At times I feel alone, last time when I felt I moved towards another marble to my side. It was a pale yellow one with a golden streak in it. Light was falling on me and the other marble was reacting to it. I started getting warmth from the light, the other marble moved itself to decrease the intensity of heat on me. It was soothing and I was feeling pleasant. I was about to get more close to the marble, someone poured us into a big jar.
I missed it, in fact missed it forever. When I saw the marbles around me, some were looking at me so differently, as if I am nothing and some were not even minding my presence. It was a hard scene to take on and as it was jar I could not move away easily. I tried my level best, I just couldn’t do anything about it. There was light on me many a times and I had to manage the heat by myself. It was a lonely scene and yet I had no water to get out as tears, as the heat was high and my surrounding marbles hated wetness.
Well I started being for myself and making myself ready for a marble who will look again the universe in me. Over a period of time few of the marbles left me and some came closer; the jar was moved.
It was easy with the new marbles for me to see the stars in them and understand their spangles. Slowly the count of marbles seeing universe in me increased. Few were ones what I like and few were the ones who liked me. When I moved towards what I liked I stretched the vision of the one’s I liked. Well I almost damaged myself when I was longing for some marbles and some marbles had a similar fate with me. It was a state of confusion again and well I was not sure how to clear this…
Then there was a shuffle in the jar and it scattered each and every marble and I was no exception. But I wanted this shuffle to be the last one and wanted to attain stability. This time when I was moving I chose the marbles, I did even chose when I was leaving some. It was a quest to find the marbles which matter to my movement. Well this shuffle came in the right time and the heat I borne before made my choosing easier.
This exercise made my life simple. Spangles were shining more and universe was even more beautiful. Now when someone peeps through me, I relish to show the universe I posses in myself and the changes marbles made to it. Well to be even more specific the changes made by the “Marbles That Matter”
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