"Thinking leads to more thinking until it creates a web of interconnected thoughts. Question leads to more questions because answers to the preceding question are questionable in itself. Thinking and questioning are both good mental exercises. But too much effort exerted for striving the absolute remains elusive since both are vicious cycles."
Mind soaring beyond the realm of control – above the power to grasp and manipulate
Mind far away beyond distances – incoherent, unorganized
Mind trying to grasp things, like a sponge absorbing, yet nothing happens and efforts all but a failure
Mind closes,neurons deactivate, synapses collapse, unable to be permeated by electric impulses
Mind becomes Numb.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Death, on the Psyche.
Has been known,
Was sensed,
Is coming,
Is near,
Time has come and that soul has to depart from its corporeal abode. Death is what it longed for ever since and at that particular moment, the yearning – that ultimate desire – has turned out to be intensifying… growing... and soon exploding. It is what the soul anticipates in moments of deep contemplations, to begin its voyage in the after life. There, it will certainly be better-off. There, moments are surely of bliss.
Pain is what that soul feels in every error committed, in every frustration willfully let to happen, in every imperfection sensed. Coward, are the soul’s responses. Insignificant, inexistent it has become. It has no place in a physical world where everything rests on superficial grounds. It felt solitary.
Isolated.
That soul did not who to trust and who to turn to. It is not aware of the abode where it really belonged. It did not know of any place to call its own, still searching and seeking. Yet, what appeared before that soul’s visual senses is every man’s final destination - tanathos.
That soul believed that every other soul, which has touched and became part of its being, has a life to live. At a point in time when all other else are engaged with several tasks and occupied with varying thoughts – preparing for the future and creating niche – that soul did not want to be a burden – even for a moment.
And it never wanted to. In fact, that soul keeps everything to itself. It did not let any one come inside it – to that distant part where the real, the true resides. It did not let any one permeate and mirror the barely noticeable – the imperceptible. It is completely afraid. Scared of endless possibilities.
Yet, that soul weeps in solitary anguish. It seeks, and searches; yearns to be heard by someone. It whimpers for some one to listen – to just listen intently to its innermost and deepest angst. It seeks to be understood; comforted, much more, for the soul reaches out finding its place and seeking security.
No one hears its voiceless uproar. Nobody heeds to its silent calling. The dilemma still lingers; and it has to end. And when it does, that soul dreams When all else failed, and the moment comes… it has to depart.
It has to depart!
Was sensed,
Is coming,
Is near,
Time has come and that soul has to depart from its corporeal abode. Death is what it longed for ever since and at that particular moment, the yearning – that ultimate desire – has turned out to be intensifying… growing... and soon exploding. It is what the soul anticipates in moments of deep contemplations, to begin its voyage in the after life. There, it will certainly be better-off. There, moments are surely of bliss.
Pain is what that soul feels in every error committed, in every frustration willfully let to happen, in every imperfection sensed. Coward, are the soul’s responses. Insignificant, inexistent it has become. It has no place in a physical world where everything rests on superficial grounds. It felt solitary.
Isolated.
That soul did not who to trust and who to turn to. It is not aware of the abode where it really belonged. It did not know of any place to call its own, still searching and seeking. Yet, what appeared before that soul’s visual senses is every man’s final destination - tanathos.
That soul believed that every other soul, which has touched and became part of its being, has a life to live. At a point in time when all other else are engaged with several tasks and occupied with varying thoughts – preparing for the future and creating niche – that soul did not want to be a burden – even for a moment.
And it never wanted to. In fact, that soul keeps everything to itself. It did not let any one come inside it – to that distant part where the real, the true resides. It did not let any one permeate and mirror the barely noticeable – the imperceptible. It is completely afraid. Scared of endless possibilities.
Yet, that soul weeps in solitary anguish. It seeks, and searches; yearns to be heard by someone. It whimpers for some one to listen – to just listen intently to its innermost and deepest angst. It seeks to be understood; comforted, much more, for the soul reaches out finding its place and seeking security.
No one hears its voiceless uproar. Nobody heeds to its silent calling. The dilemma still lingers; and it has to end. And when it does, that soul dreams When all else failed, and the moment comes… it has to depart.
It has to depart!
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Freedom.
"Freedom allows us to make decision and act for ourselves in as much as it compels us to take charge of whatever the consequence is. Freedom has always been a commodity; it always has its price."
I did not finish the recollection, went off before the morning session ends. My reasons seem unreasonable but I didn’t care. The decision was made, the choice taken and I have to stand by it as firm as I possibly can. The consequences though are unbearable because on the second thought, I have waived my chance of knowing other people and making myself known to them. But more importantly I missed my chance of going back to the God of the Catholics, who has been clashing with reason all this time.
I did not finish the recollection, went off before the morning session ends. My reasons seem unreasonable but I didn’t care. The decision was made, the choice taken and I have to stand by it as firm as I possibly can. The consequences though are unbearable because on the second thought, I have waived my chance of knowing other people and making myself known to them. But more importantly I missed my chance of going back to the God of the Catholics, who has been clashing with reason all this time.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Words and Languages.
"...then words are soon to take shape. these words that will be written over and over again till it relieves or hurts. until you make something out this complicated ordinariness. until everyone knows what you are trying to say. until they completely understand what you mean, by how it meant to you."
(dapitanology, dapitanpoetry2004)
words shape the world. language touches the soul. both creates picture of reality, painting new orders and traversing new horizons. symbols mere, words and languages might be, yet, contains within them truth; truth, which the heart utters and the intellect confirms.
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