Silence in settlement.
One asks oneself, what is it that is pending to be settled?
Ask your silence, it may answer what you crave for.
But do ask sincerely, cos it responds to honesty:)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
pacing momentum
“Down the river path way,
“Down the river path way, I stand overhead a penetrating bliss. A mirrored image cropping the flowing serenity pinches the reality. Not again, but again I stand destitute to the same magnum. Here I am, playing the villain to a solemn serenity and ruptured claim, I stand here head on once again. Call it the kiss of the black widow, I breathe while I still die an unfolding death swelling with emotions that just puts me as another villain. I say, it’s me and nothing but me. It’s me and this what is it is. The gamble of emotions lost to the dice of solicits. Here I am an apparent painting of an penniless artist”
“Now that I stand here, I see, apart from the separation, I see what I stand for. Invariable with the decibel on what it says of me, I stand here with a multiple visions of what I can make a difference to. A life more precious than its self realization, more worthy than its own worthiness, more worthy than its own acclaim. I sense the justification that hovers around the reality. A smile, not that it comes naturally, but a smile which may recall of the right actions in the coming years. Loss is something which I’m accustomed to, but a gain in perpetual is what I know. Ever wondered how it feels to be in the sleepy hollow?
I start my story, unreliable to what it is sought after.
I do, strongly feel for the one, only succumbing to the reality that what one is for what is not seen for.
Ahem, call me the solitude of being an essence; I face you for your acclaim,
I stand your will, to look for what you will. Just a suggestion, know what it is, for I may be beyond what you will.
Complicated?
Ahaan? Get into reality. See what you don’t see. I am here living those for what you don’t see.
Psst: for those who claim to know me - alas, see something beyond what you perceive; I stand alive with flesh and bone.
“Down the river path way, I stand overhead a penetrating bliss. A mirrored image cropping the flowing serenity pinches the reality. Not again, but again I stand destitute to the same magnum. Here I am, playing the villain to a solemn serenity and ruptured claim, I stand here head on once again. Call it the kiss of the black widow, I breathe while I still die an unfolding death swelling with emotions that just puts me as another villain. I say, it’s me and nothing but me. It’s me and this what is it is. The gamble of emotions lost to the dice of solicits. Here I am an apparent painting of an penniless artist”
“Now that I stand here, I see, apart from the separation, I see what I stand for. Invariable with the decibel on what it says of me, I stand here with a multiple visions of what I can make a difference to. A life more precious than its self realization, more worthy than its own worthiness, more worthy than its own acclaim. I sense the justification that hovers around the reality. A smile, not that it comes naturally, but a smile which may recall of the right actions in the coming years. Loss is something which I’m accustomed to, but a gain in perpetual is what I know. Ever wondered how it feels to be in the sleepy hollow?
I start my story, unreliable to what it is sought after.
I do, strongly feel for the one, only succumbing to the reality that what one is for what is not seen for.
Ahem, call me the solitude of being an essence; I face you for your acclaim,
I stand your will, to look for what you will. Just a suggestion, know what it is, for I may be beyond what you will.
Complicated?
Ahaan? Get into reality. See what you don’t see. I am here living those for what you don’t see.
Psst: for those who claim to know me - alas, see something beyond what you perceive; I stand alive with flesh and bone.
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