Eternal Bliss



I was writing a post supposedly
hilarious one,but than I got sick,and fever always bring out the somber stoic in me ,the 1 who is glum and abstract,and I somehow cant stop myself from drowning in to the abysmal of meaningless depression,I don't like this state,when real life looks like a reel life.People,noises,screams voices,scenarios,everything moves in slow motion,I see everything but somehow it doesn't registered thing is merged in 2 one.rediculing the sense and sensibilities expression,passion,motivation,justification,sensation and cognition everything jumbles up and result is I AM LOST IN MAZE,IN SILVER HAZE:0).
H ere are some extracts from these mood swings,where SANITY IS CLICHED AND SENSIBILITY IS BEWITCHED which even are incognito 2 me after getting out of the somber state.

Dreams r but the manifestations of our unfulfilled desires
...Lucky r the eyes
who can dream and live life,
which we r NT blessed 2live
Soul is entangled,in the cobweb of agony
let the eyes dream the symphony .

The enlightenment comes in a form of threat
enhanced by the fear,
encouraged by the painful existence,
satiated by the DEATH
ETERNAL NIRVANA is achieved.


colors hiding lot of secrets,,,
lots of mystery,,,
the black shadows under the eyes,
the luminous pain,
the grayness of the soul..
all hidden behind
the glossy exuberance of red lipstick..
only a woman can cognize the connection
..Its lethal
..Misty eyes and curvaceous lips
painted with red,
agony warped and hidden .


Words are what,
a way for an expression,
or some twisted passion,
words are only catharsis
let them flow .
don't Let the child die in the womb
unheard and unlistened:0)


By standing on the gates,
u are losing ur soul in waste,
soul mirrors NT locked
.Its u who is lost,
why u are carving death from life,
u are still alive,
and hope always survives.
amongst the shrieks of silence,
love always thrives.


Rays of sunshine,
casting a spell,
with just enough strength to cherish,
not to sap,
open your eyes
to the rapture of happiness
life is dancing,
a dance so beautiful,
its just the shadows
muckering paining in the head,
all are there 2 grasp,
let your self go
float with the intensity,
in the serenity which rhymes
and ecstasy which blinds.

I know they all were some abstract figments from my feverish brains..dnt worry will come back soon to play havoc with some funny post about my fellow bloggers soon:0)till than join the CONFUCIUS ...AND KILL THE MOSQUITOES WITH CANON BALLS.

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