Sunday, March 02, 2008

Doltish?

Sometimes time comes to a standstill. Moments freeze in volatile joy or viscous sorrow. Sometimes birds seem to wander in the invisible air, like souls trapped in the webs of attachment. Flowers seem to long for a second glance from passersby, dresses in their best hues. Sometimes little babies stare like they need to feel something with their eyes., Like they need to utter out a word or two with their fixed gaze. Sometimes people deceive themselves into believing that material things are here to stay. Sometimes they lose their consciousness, kill their conscience in a mad pursuit of pleasure. Sometimes happiness lingers around in corners of peoples' houses, disguised as a blooming cherry or a weeping willow , but people drive with their tinted windows pulled up to unknown destinations of hopefulness or is it hopelessness?
Sometimes lethargy lingers in the soul like the smoke of stale cigarettes in an overloaded ashtray. All we need to do would be to dump the filth in a trash can but we are way too lethargic to do that simple act. Sometimes people repeat a false so many times that it starts sounding true. Sometimes they squish the truth under the feet of their selfishness so much so that it disforms itself into a false.
Sometimes people say what they do not mean. Sometimes they mean what they do not say. Sometimes people judge ruthlessly, blindly - conveniently forgetting about their own shortcomings that are ushered into the deathly silence of ego.
sometimes they nurture grudges feeding them with a miracle-grow named hatred. Sometimes they let their whims decide the course of their destiny.
Sometimes smiles are forced, tears are faked and compliments are contorted into sharp sarcasm. Sometimes lives are wasted, Love is hoaxed and lust is celebrated.
Sometimes God is forgotten! Sometimes God's voice is overpowered with that of the devil's.

Sometimes we just let things be. Sometimes, sometimes is repeated several times , in a desperation to keep a blog alive as sometimes a wee break can manifest itself into an edifice like break.

2 comments:

  1. Many things are true but what was the purpose of this blog?

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  2. Concluding, I'd said I wanted to keep the blogging alive! That is the purpose I guess!:-)

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