Reflections of Feelings

Silence find its meanings from my words,

When I always found her in my worlds,

When she used to whisper love in to my ears,

I feel like i had never slept for years.

 

She took my whole world when she left,

And with it did many memories she swept.

She walked away with my world in her hands,

When i was broken like a crumbled glass.

 

Baby....come to me,right now baby.

I wanna sit with you by the seashore...

Baby...come and hold my heart baby,

I wanna take you to the mountains.

 

Don believe the hearts lying,

Never understood my words dying

And i told my mind is trying.

That you are mine,im saying.

 

The grass talks about the feelings of despair,

And i would never try myself to retire,

Cos all my thoughts come from you

And all my feelings flow to you

Everything Must Change....

"Surrender" seems to be the hardest word......

 

               No one has seen him so frightened.His fingers trembled and legs shivered.The worsts of his fears came out where his words failed.And he knew that he was slowly sinking in to the earth."Is the earth below me suddenly diminishing?",Lord Cornwallis should have felt like that.The master of wars who has never suffered a defeat is standing here,defeated and outsmarted.He could see the clouds making fun of him.And far away he could see the war cries being carried away by the breeze.He stood there as a wordless poet.Never to explain,never to complain but only to witness.To witness the fall of the mighty british army.To witness the fall of history would be more appropriate.

                How did this happen?Poor peasants and farmers with pitchforks have done the impossible.He doesnt want to look at the battle field now,because he knows there is nothing there.He smashed the pile of papers near him with a faint wish that those were continental soldiers.Yes,today he needs more than a wish to win this battle.But this battle is being lost,or precisely its already lost.Lord Cornwallis was a man warfare.His victories in Charlstown and Viginia were more than perfect.He articulated the arts of war in the grandest form.The british empire knew it,and he himself recognised it.Maybe that gave him an unworthy friend,Pride.Pride is sometimes a very mischeivious friend.He gives wrong hopes to people.He illusionises them and make them take wrong decisions.He oils the feeling of underestimation.Did Lord Cornwallis underestimate the colonials?Might be yes,as for a man of immense knowledge in warfare,maybe the continentals stood as nothing.And there started the end of his era.Lord Cornwallis is being defeated and is a hair's breadth away from ordering surrender.

 

        Surrender?Did i hear that properly?It seems to be the heaviest word in his dictionary today.Maybe he feels its too heavy that he is not able to utter it.He looked around,the clock was smiling at him.With each ticks the clock gives him,he felt its ticking his life away.He wished that it never stopped because he wants to believe that he is the only human on earth today.In those split seconds that he was going through,his previous assignments visited his memory.His assignments in Britain,India etc.He looked back and tried to find where he went wrong.He has served His majesty with honour and diligence.Now he needs more than memories to hold him back to his seat.And he is going through an unlikeliest hour of his life.The Surrender.

      Slowly and slowly,he started to swallow the reality.He understood that he cannot escape from his surroundings.And he had to do what he hated most,ordering surrender.

               "Sound the Surrender",was one of the last words spoken by Lord Cornwallis that day.He dint want to speak to anyone.For the first time in his life,he felt he was not what he was.For the first time he felt was not in this world.For the first time he felt he was not Lord Cornwallis.And for the first time he thought,"Everything has changed...........................everything must change".

I Am A Lonly Word Fallen Out From A Poet's Feelings

It was long before that I realised the value of my Feelings.I was stumbled by the facts that cornered me into a varied side of this world.I couldnt explain the obligations surrounding me.All I was left was with one dark history of tears and emotions.I stood there alone in the dark hoping to get help from the long shadows that passed my way.No one came to my rescue.The reflections on the surface of water proved how much I missed my future. I could look inside myself and see a long tunnel of desparations and failures.The world around me was probably dark and I senced that my directions have disappeared.

Memories sometimes pushes you to the edge. I remember one of those ocassions when life asked me what I was expecting from it.I couldnt answer him because my words were struck.He wouldnt wanna wait for another minute because he says he is being pushed forcefully by time.From then,I understood Time was my enemy.He makes  me to travel through paths unknown to me without my consent.He takes me away from people whom I always cared for.Time,I understood was a liar.A multifaceted liar.On one side he does a drama of caring and on the other side he punishes you.I realised slowly that he never cared for me.So selfish that he just cared for  nothing but to move forward pushing everything infront of him.

Why do people laugh at me?Is it because that I fell down from my throne?I remeber these people praising me when I was with my master.They would sing about me,they would try to give new meanings to my inclinations.Today,they are laughing at me.

The old book is still gathering dust in my library.Its been quite a time since I opened it.Today I wanna go though it,find the missing pages which I tore during my visits previously.Today for the first time I wish I never did that.I could hav found my missing feelings in those pages.My emotions never complain but my heart does.I wanna go back where I came from,this world is not for me.

Life of Artistic Theories

Art of Being Selfish

"The earth is cooler at this part of nature",I thought while I tried to find a good spot to sit.Speaking nonsence or rather philosophy is easy when you are in harmony with nature.Probably that is why I am interested in understanding the fact that humans are like a multifaceted charachter of dreams and effigies of dead feelings.Hmm,I know I am taking it too far.

Selfishness is actually not the opposite of selflessness.Selfishness never despises helping others.Rather selfishness seeks happiness within yourself.Happiness is not a quality but a state of mind.That state could be gathered by actions,reactions and even inactions. The logic of selfishness is that you do an action because it makes you happy.Not because it makes others happy.Because, if you compromise on your dreams and wishes and try to make others happy,that happiness is not your's.If you feel you are happy then its just a reflection of other's happiness like a reflection on water.Reflections are very illusionary and very realisitic but when you drop a stone into the water,the reflection collapses and along with it,your happiness.

To understand it more,one has to go back to basics.We are all persons,persons with unique personalities,desires and needs.Only after that comes families,soceities and communities.Recognizing that we must have our personal space is the first step towards achieving selfishness.If you want to do something,then its always the best to go for it.You cannot compromise on your dreams and later sit regretting about it.Reality never accepts philosophy because philosophy was created to understand reality.Hunger doesnt understand why you are hungry nor does fire ask you the reason why you put hand into it.We compromise on our feelings and desires for the sake of others but atlast no one can help you once the feeling of 'regret' starts.Regret is a poison,which eats you slowly.Atlast regret takes you to unknown heights and makes you jump down.Regret gives you death.

Compromise is a sweet word given to the grudge of not able to do what you wanted.Everyone has a choice in life no matter how much he is forced into something.If you fail to execute your choice,your failure as a human starts there.

People,

    Selfishness is the act of loving yourself.After a long time when you are sitting on the corner of destiny,you make ask yourself a question,"Am I happy",and trust me,that answer depends on the choice you make today.Loosing something that was not your's never makes you sad the way when you loose something out of your hand when you could have stopped it.Selfishness tries to do exactly that.Embrace it people..Let the new philsophy be spread...

"BE SELFISH"...................................

Half Past My Emotions

I never knew I was walking down the ridge,

And the thoughts in my minds seemed to nudge-

Me memories that always came with my life,

Which was long forgotten once upon a lifetime.

I am not a leaf on the breeze,

I am not a poet who sleeps,

But I am the words of the whisper.

I am the sound of the desire.

Its calling me back home,

Where I can always sing my song.

But I dont want to go home now,

Because I find the path too slow.

Understood have I always,the words of snow,

When it fell on my head in its flow.

The rains must have been crazy,

Looking at me romancing this lady.

I never conspired about my feelings,

When I know it always inspired my stealings.

Robbing the breeze its gentleness,

Taking from flowers its cuteness.

I remember speaking to flowers about her,

And they asked me if more beautifull they are,

My answers slipped my lips to come out,

But flowers still are the most beautifull,i felt.

And,here ends my parade of circumstances,

Home can I go back and sleep with bliss,

Because the words of my worlds,

Seemed to be coming back with the rains.

Hitler - A Legend Forgotten Forcefully By Time

"I should have met you when I got a chance",I sighed as I was gazing at the portrait of someone whom this world despised.I wouldnt know if you would take a wild guess about the person,but its not needed.He is Adolf Hitler.His portrait is hung right next to his opponent,Einstein.History might not have enjoyed them both being together.But for so many years they co-existed together without any complain adoring my wall.

Maybe by the time you finish this post,You might either despise me or understand me.But that doesnt stop me from saying what I wanted to say.Like Randall Wallace told,"History is written by those who murdered real personalities”. I have no intention of gathering accolades from historians today.Today I am going to talk about Hitler,the way I saw that person.Afterall views are all about perceptions.Perceptions that are as varied as that of a Kaleidoscopic image.Maybe let this be another of those explanations going towards a long lost person but maybe on a different note.

The wind outside my window is fighting with my curtains while the coffee in my hand is getting colder.Are my words shivering? I don know, but I cant help from looking away from his portrait.

"He was leader, a leader who never had to gather followers but inspired them to become one.He never had to depend on his position to command respect.Infact his position commanded respect because it was him.He revolutionized the concept of leadership and patriotism.I cannot recall another ruler in the whole history of this earth who loved his country so much.Even when his personal life was disturbed he was always available for the duties of his countrymen. I am not here to give you any historical facts about his life and incidents that happened. I am here to tell you about the forgotten qualities of leadership, patriotism and passion that Hitler had.He had the power of speech to inspire his countrymen to wake up for a war against the world which seemed impossible. But still his countrymen stood with him and that’s called leadership.He dint have to do much,but as a ruler he just made them realize what they deserved.He proved that a leader is not born,but made.A leader is made when you just guide others to the reality of existence.Hitler did just that much.

Hitler was a legend,a legend forcefully forgotten or altered by time.Perhaps time is more cruel than Hitler.When I look into the future I can see that the world will never be able to understand what he stood for.I know my words might fall down like the leaves falling from the tree during the autumn. But I dont want to be remembered as a person who despised Hitler.I know that,as long as I live, his portrait would always hang on my wall as symbol of his existance througout the ages.Never jugde a person by the results of his actions but only by his intentions.Hmm...I feel funny when people just wait to denounce some one just because they read bad about him.Who has witnessed history today?Our ideas are nothing but the cloned memories of historians. Today we are independent to have our ideas because Hitler exists only in books and minds of people like me.When I go through the pages written by time,I saw that a page was torn.That page belonged to the life of Hitler.A memory that existed only through the dimensions unexplainable by the human intellect.I searched for the remaining pieces of the torn page but someone took it.I don who but I knew why.I will not tell you why because its a question that you have to ask yourself if you want to know about him.

Hitler lives today in someone somewhere in this world.Power can not be created nor destroyed, it simply is transferred from one person to another.In the wild power cannot be earned,it must be taken.I am confident that this world will see him again,in a new form...lets wait."

An eternal traveller of time

He was a real traveller.With the bundle on his shoulder he knew he has to move forward towards his destination.He meets people,interesting kinds of them.He visits landscapes,beautifull ones of them yet he continued with his steps moving forward.He knew that his destination is far away,far across the wishes of the human hearts.Far across the times of eternity.Far across of the worlds of human desires and he knew he has to be on the move.

Long time ago,life taught him that he belonged to no one nor did he belong to any place.The lesson came to him in the most harsh of manners which he can never forget."Pain is good",he thought as he moved through the highlands into the plains.He looked back,behind the shadows of his memories he can see the unholy path he walked through."Do I regret?","No",he was sure about it.Yes,thats another lesson that he studied."Never regret for your actions because you are the doer and noone else".

Our lives have become the clones and duplicates of others ideas or advices.Its very rare that we have listened to ourselves.We forget that we are person with personality.Our life is not like the advices of the people we take.We are different.Starting from the dress that we wear to the food we eat,we are indirectly controlled by someone.Yes,you can argue that you eat what you like or wear what you want.But take a look closer,are they not controlled by the advertisements of the brands?You can deny to me,But not to yourself.Because this is not a place to question,this is a place let urself question the otherside of your existence.

Yes,Antonism is not a religion.Its not a passion nor a feeling.Its a state of mind.A state of mind in which you realise your existence in the form of a traveller.A timeless traveller who travels through ages and universe'.Birth dropped you in this railway station asking you to move on.Death takes you to another world to complete your journey.Yes,we are not born and dead,we are just travelling from one destination to another.

Settlers are travellers under illusion.Overtaken by the beauty of a landscape,they decided to settle shedding their identity of traveller.They feel that the land belongs to them and vice versa.But they dont know that its all unstable.Wake up from the illusion because you dont belong anywhere.One day you would be forced to move from what that belongs to you right now.Resuming your journey is the ony way,better late to reach then never.

Back to where it all started...

"Am I going to die?",My remembrance brings me the forgotten words I uttered once upon a lifetime....Long rivers of years passed since then,but I remember it so clearly...

The battle was over,and wounded were left behind for the jackals to relish.Just like my king,the sun too seemed desparate to move away.Pain and thirst fought eachother inside me for victory.Thirst won and it demanded its price.

"Water"....."A drop of water"...

The dust seemed to befriend me better than my shadows.It seemed like my world is getting darker or is it that the battlefield is approaching the nights?I dont want to stand here,ask questions and find answers.Because there are no answers that possibly find amusing tonight.This battle is over,the enemies took the victory.Im a lost soldier,standing alone in the path of destiny.Just one step away from achieving find the time hidden in my body.I needed water,but the chance seems bleak.Suddenly I felt a strain,and I was meeting with the reality...the answer came faster than the question..."Yes"..."Yes,is the answer"...Answer for what?

"Am I Going To Die?"

Life changed very much after that.It was the last time I was defeated.But then,that defeat taught me that winning is just a matter of opinion.Even a defeated king can enjoy the fruits of victory and even a victorious king could feel the depth of defeat.The life is a battle,a journey,a myth and a logical interpretation of virtual reality...and I seemed to pick up that philosophy sooner...and I started my journey...The journey of the traveller...a real traveller.