Watching waves of hordes walking by,
A clarity dawns, suddenly.
The sense of joy, blossoming visages,
Evolved out of once parted tears.
When arrival welcomes the loved,
The parted, embrace the void. A wicked cycle.
The event, absolute,
the twisted coin, relative,
Binds in a mirage, to confound perspectives.
Happy PI day · Celebrate Mathematics on March 14th
Source: Pi Day · Celebrate Mathematics on March 14th
Pi is irrational
Had my slice of pie today. Embrace irrationality 🙂
Pressure, inevitable twist of life.
It makes or breaks.
It creates or destroys.
It is my rudra, my karma.
Long addicted towards an unsurmountable feeling of suffocation,
the rising tempo to change the path led in ways undeciphered.
Witness days when strong men fail on chance,
When the grip of indecision rules and brings down,
Kings of unconquered realms to their knees and wonder,
What is character ?
Is it virtue to hold hunger, unquestioned without a cause ?
Is it portrayed when you deal with a physical injury with jest ?
Is it defined when you suffer with failure and recover ?
Is it remaining steady, pulsing heart, never missing a rhythm, when hell descends ?
Or perhaps it is defined by reactions to the 10-ton foot of life,
Without flutter and emotion, to do what needs to be done.
Years in search and guides seemingly abundant, pointless.
Run, toward the frightening chasm of uncertainty,
Cower not, flinch not, when light darkens,
Near lies liberation far from unknown inferno,
Where angels cloaked as demons become friends.
“A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.
— Bruce Lee
Poignant and precise. Bruce always is..
Used to be one of my favorite short stories and have long since forgotten. I guess when one grows and tries to gather meaning from books and shows, this somehow subtly stood apart. Written in plain words with no complex plots. A story that reminds one of long lost friends and responsibilities with an exquisite undertone of genius. Rather hard to explain now but was distinctly powerful in conveying morality to a little kid once. Enough talk, here you go.
I think a lot of people, have questioned why my sentences often start with “So …”.
I realize it is so, probably because I finish half the conversation in my head long before my mouth catches up to my thought conveyed.
So.. should I slow the brain or talk faster ?
“God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.”
— Dag Hammarskjöld
Not one of the greatest quotes but an interesting way to put it.
Never seared, heat and pressure adored,
When roti falls to the floor,
Deciphered nay, burnt black the heart
Far from sustenance, food ain’t always about survival.