...mushy tales...

....and then.. and then years had been passed the mush had been living in exile away from his country and bush had been living in USA with a passionate wife,
possibly recalled those dark days with tough postures when he repeatedly asked mush to handover bin laden to ease his strife's,

that developed coz of repeated mischiefs of mush.. who despite indulging in all his terror works remain adamant and ignorant to his full,
persuading encouraging and training all terrorists.. always remained invisible force behind all the destructive pulls,

the bush in particular knew everything yet he patronised him as associate against terror and even ambassdord his book full of vents and lies,
and never rejected him since mush knew the whereabouts of bin laden.. yet so cleverly he hid this truth.. and used to amass wealth and be of spherical size,

all the acts of him were intruding.. into the spaces.. and to do this.. he never came upfront and rather used his army to force these dreaded deeds,
one after the other the attempts were made to spread destructions.. terror mongering addiction grew with these subsequent greeds,

and the massive financial aid he got as head of the state from the USA in the name of war against terror.. a big chunk went to swell his accounts and to acquire the plush and posh villas,
but did the bush ever ever regretted this blunder of him.. i believe he had not.. and this exactly is the adamence in some of sorts.. they made this correct through vague arguments and fake terminologies.. but in real ths all sucked the blood of many.. in forms of triptychaaz.....

Valour's love...

the person was hale and hearty and the person loved the royal sport,
and one day as his sponsored or built team strove around he sat looking on the court,

the viewers filled the benches around..the beautiful ladies by their side,
and amongst those or in was the one the most beautiful the person hoped to make his bride,

and truly that was the gallant out there to see the valour of the warrior and his magnificent show,
valour and love... the bold and the beautiful.. together made a mark with hands in gloves.. distinctly with faces full of glow,

in the court ramped and roared the gamers with horrid laughing jaws,
they waved.. they blew the kisses in air... bravo gentleman and the lady.. you won each other they said.. and like beams danced on their feet and paws,

with wallowing might and stiffed roar.. they jiggled and made somersaults.. and rolled upon one another,
then the party began in tandems and in pursuit of sheer pleasure... as it was the marriage of their big brother,

heavens guerdon for once.. was transformed to shinning bright gold,
and why not... finally they met and made sacred vows... the beautiful in the arms of the bold....

...esteem..

somehow  or maybe the tip tap was on the very genuine word.. that so esthetically over the generations have established the facts that are of eventually true faces,
orientations and presentations then become splendid..leading towards some sort of lavishness.. and people on their own discard possibly for won good.. the troubling cases,

poverty is a curse.. all know.. hence never a bliss in any manner.. then how often sometimes a false pride is assumed iN flaunting the poverty as fake wealthy shape,
and being poor is just a matter of fact and not of self pity.. hence in contrasts.. the attempts ought to be lucid and of simple bake,

certainly not as one swollen with high head angles.. who always look at the wealthy people with some cursy looks,
and then shouting and touting upon them so cynically for frustrating reasons.. instead of being aspirer of good life.. thus being as one big nook,

normally the norms in any societal setup from small to large say.. that over the periods in any setup.. constantly insulting any wealthy is like digging own grave,
nt that unka chamcha ban jaana hai.. but for reasons that define intentions and esteem.. that say.. you enjoy wealth with grace and i do not envy at all..rather ignite a passion to earn more.. by being spontaneous and a bit brave...

...imagination....

and then from there on.. when many many began thinking that suave and shrewed imagination shall tend to decline,
instead the imaginative got engrossed walking on paths..on its carrier that was way up.. with lateral and gradual incline,

the incline or growth was in the name fame and wealth... the jealous tended to pull legs and attempts were made to make rude fun with intents to cause fall,
imaginative never retaliates in false ways.. but rather a deep sense of pride glowed on face.. the destine gave him all the betters..in sums.. big and small,

a contemporary way.. he pioneered.. no matter what.. but it was the precise way of doing the works..no attempts were made to scale any rough,
true... the success comes with a purpose.. that is to be with it and enjoy all the vistas in all life.. in all opportunities..and to stupids be tough,

the stupids cut down their own branches where they sit..its that glorious saying.. that said.. what for on other success some make so much of false roar,
wanna keep up with imaginative.. possibly brighten their own...instead of dirtying imaginative space just to be with false sense of galore,

in retrospect by looking out all successful stories.. one finds...that in skills the imaginative works with precise sense of fruitification,
of course imaginative is real always.. and never gets weird..the knowers possibly agrees its the natural process.. that naturally has logical justification,

can an imaginative mind be dull.. the locus operendi of all all destruction.. can it be..  it never can be.. imaginative knows how to earn name fame wealth money and repute,
and when these all arrive with brilliant stroke of destiny.. who shall let these all go.. only a fool.. possibly as always he or she was busy invoking yet another dispute,

what exact satisfactions do they get.. i do not know.. what i know its simply like playing truant with destiny who would otherwise offer much much more with all the grace,
but then what exactly is the destiny.. can this be with a name or fame or with both and having a face,

yeah.. of course.. destiny has a voice.. that can be heard..that can be seen.. and has a magnificent presence in any life.. and destiny arrives with one's awards,
most do never abuse destiny.. saying huh.. reasons...its that reward of one's works.. that almighty God has sent through destiny.. choice remains with one.. accept this or banish with disregard,

and then destiny is all real.. with its own name.. own face..own presence.. and does the destiny assume any flimsy name,
never.. can never be.. coz as with most.. destiny in their life too enters earn them name wealth repute and the fame.....

....jackpot...

a shrewed announcement is made over the mikes.. to win the jackpot.. all you have to do is make three plus three.. The seven,
from the methods that should be logical and of sound reasoning's.. and the adding another three... the total ought be the eleven,

so the contest begins with some interesting elements.. can that thru arithmetical calculations be solved,
a lot many tried with in vain.. some explored algebraic equations.. some linear ones.. and some even drew parabolas and hyperbolas.. to prove or to dissolve,

trigonometric and quadratic equations.. with elations.. were tried along with calculus.. and the laws of motions via pulleys from dynamics static,
but nothing could be proved..jackpot remains with the owner.. announcement winning jackpot is ecstatic,

in sum when things that are not possible through any proper means.. enticing thru any other way.. possibly shall draw.. a usual stream of emotional flows,
despite saying time and again.. that not gonna opt unwanted or improper ways to earn.. whats wrong with them then.. who have been since years trying to rob the face's glow........

...fever...

fever night fever..night fever..night fever..somewhere down the line the music was being in astounding sounds,
from the fictions of romances..some dancy superbs came out..in open blue spheres.. tapping the feet along this great song,


over and above in the horizons.. that were really far..the stars shined from their residencies.. yeah some gala galaxied cities full of star residents were with the different names,
names that signified their twinkles..with each and in each of their places.. they too swayed in air.. struting the fizz..spreading the aura were their aim,


wizzling fast to their fullest.. and redecorating theirs thru their twinkles and alike.. the flight of them had begin to come  and get mixed with their natizens.. thus arousing a tropical fever,
the parties on these blues had things.. in asking.. the jhonties in these grippling fields today had been in driving bodies..with flexing levers,


fever night fever night fever.. the song went on to its zenith and at there.. did it meet the stars.. to begin the superb and astounding mirchi tale,
some nostalgia through wearer of purani jeans struck the right chord.. fever shifted to more than a woman.. that tragically had lost its sweet sweet smiles years ago.. when she tried saving children while travelling in rail,


the dreamy eyed kalpana was so naive.. so classy.. and so neatly superb were her innocence in all humanity that she flayed,
beyond any parallel were her smiles.. han main hee..were the words that always travelled with her in all the emotives that she always played,


nevertheless the gatherers.. on zenith had come with the braces that were shut with drizzling ideas.. and key to open those were in kalpana's smiles,
the native in purani jeans.. called upon thru radio city.. that with big fm had arrived.. giving invis to whoa red fm.. who as always refused.. could never understand their hot styles,


but this time.. possibly to revoke and revive the naive kalpana.. purani jeans used all her charisma..and simplicity and made lateral appeals to filmi.. Gold and splendid rainbow,
briefly stopped over to have coffee with One..listening jazz at frequency 95.. the entire sequence of efforts she recorded.. to convey kalpana.. hans dey yaar kya patta kal ho na ho,


the eyes that were petrified.. literally shimmered with glitter..she inquired.. bacho ka kya hua.. the genuine tears rolled out of sheer helplessness whispered O God..where the humanity has gone.. these full grown men give children so much of pain,
literally she put her head in jeany lap.. sorry i could not help them to come out from their bonded plights.. every thing in me has become so sinful and insane,


no no.. the jeany consoled.. do not betray your feelings.. since on contrary to humanity you have done such noble deeds,
and believe me.. your efforts have not gone in waste..all your efforts been paid off and got success.. your really are a rocking friend of these children in need,


kalpana you know in the world of communication.. one lightening up for cause never goes in vain.. you know the info on tubes and screens travel faster than the sound,
all are just waiting for your smile kalpana..hey see.. they are all with their emotive smiles.. break even na ab toh yaar..with aplomb reach your actual gronds,


amidst so much of emotions.. so much of genuine feelings.. so full with real friends and family..the bindaas smile on her face returned.. the fever did return with mesmerizer song..


kalpana live well and live long........................

..sometimes..

sometimes i feel like complimenting a woman whose face has a calm and glorious glow,
on one day i saw the one.. smiling mingling and giggling with her buddy with some real and natural flow,

somehow i took the courage and walked towards her..to know from where she has got this bliss of pure joy,
but the tingles in her eyes explained everything...she the excellent was the genre of her own even in simplests of small buys,

that may be she have bought by giving a complete thought of the one she loved through her mind body and pure soul,
no outsider could travel into her except her own thoughts of the one's..though ofcourse she was modern and versatile traveler that never played games that were foul,

yeah she was the sports person.. who was on her sojourns on ways to london.. idea was either to play or to report,

thought of asking certain things but did never..since i thought and silently blessed.. that in the world of fanatics.. a many like you enthuse freshness simplicity and rare openness that behaves well but never retorts,

and the thinking what may have happened and how it may have happened that things between some couples go bitter and total wrong,

that culminates into factual abuses and violence.. the life converts into a hell.. forgetting all feelings.. oh why did not you play that song,

nt that a player was a radio jockey.. it was just this he was sitting on his computer..playing own liked and requested songs,

 a deep intruder from far away.. maybe just have began..gluing her fickle eyes.. with intents to fill dirt and troubles and make their life hell and do the all wrongs,

to do all the wrongs she then took the help of a few.. possibly cuddling and along with lying naked on their bed, 

forgetting she has a family..possibly had lost all her values.. increasingly all her ways traveled to spill schemes..to extend these wicked threads,

the more she sneaked into lives.. the more hostile she started to become and more and more naked became her ways,

right said a few real ones... that a woman when looses her sanity completely and arrogantly..she becomes a beast..with intents to kill and have feast in her lusting preys....

.... making of a... bliss..

then on one day suddenly i woke up in the middle of the night when the dawn was about to erupt that would end the darks all around,
i just peeped into my radium litted watch that is lying idle.. but still telling the time.. it was 3 in the night.. quietness was the only sound,


the sound i could hear.. and in that could hear my own beats that my heart was throwing to my touching palm on the left side of my chest,
ha ha ha.. i smiled in whisper.. yup abhi zinda hai tu ganju.. and for what have you woke up in the mid night.. do you not like the earned rest,


like if you or not.. but the night comes to do things in isolation or in unison.. the thinking asked me..  hve not you still made a blessing out of the bliss,
hmmn.. good question.. but have had these in gone years.. and can not tell a lie to you.. the life has taken a different shape though.. something i do miss,


often the makings of these blisses in past.. make me think that in what way have i gone wrong and of whom have i done any wrong,
there was a symphony of the knitted bodies.. there were feelings of cumulative triumphs.. and together in each ears.. the buzzes were of.. excited songs,


on those times of climaxes when the aim was to get hold of pumping breath.. just to prolong the nights.. and then often getting up.. removing the embraced arms,
on those times.. the erected busts just got more magnified.. forcing me to make a bliss out of this blessing.. and then making sounds in blistering calms,


the blistering heat that bodies released on those times.. just made me wet in sweats.. as if the entire body was in and on some kind of live field,
more.. more.. and just more.. was the ecstasy.. i explained this to thinking.. you know.. thats how come the pleasures of blisses from these blessed yields,


told the thinking.. beyond this i can not be more true and truthful to you and for this if you want then can go on making a crude fun of me,
but.. yup abhi zinda hoon.. have gone more bald.. and am literally amused.. but not wanting to go berserk and insane by impounding any.. just to be,


am a man and am fully grown up.. may be at times the tears do come out which i able to wipe these from my face,
in whispering i do make the prayers.. all right God your will is great.. and shall you just give me some excited reason to live.. in my own space...


                               thanks.. if you do this.. and thanks even if you do not do this..
                                                                  i am fine...

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..... keep glowing...

keep glowing with the jonesses as the things you do and things we do are competitive but possibly the positive and bright,
in attempt to be the better the aim is always to make one own self better.. instead of dirtying the other and giving scares and sorrowed plights,


in this world of full of oligopoly.. there can never be a monopoly.. coz in those traits the things and attitude become haughty.. thus of arrogance,
to get better of the competition.. the method is that of keep glowing or keeping up with the jonesses.. to say.. yea.. markets are with competitive fragrance,


you sense the better aroma or taste of your competitive products coz in your attitude.. the one thing remains.. come up with things.. that are fresh and cool,
the designs that are new and innovative.. takes over the minds.. sooth the eyes.. and in buyers preferences you become an able one.. that always uses proper tools,


in evolving one again and yet again through fresh methods and through better attitudes.. possible go a long way to keep up with ever evolving jonesses,
maybe there are times.. others get better.. but is it like losing a war.. its not.. coz doing job or work is just getting on with things.. through proper processes,


said we kept up with jonesses but could not match its pace as the trends keep changing.. hence jonesses purred from there... this way to reach your aim,
the ones who could literally see this trendy jonesses.. possibly shall go that way too politely and correctly to meet so smilingly.. ah.. pleasure to have you as my earned acclaim,


where did the environment got dirtier.. what did one make any other inferior.. and where did the kind of abusive accusations and words got thrown,
NO WHERE.. NO WHERE ELSE.. the only thing remained and that is keep glowing with the jonesses.. as the jonesses is evolving and makes you innovative.. fully grown...




                                       keep evolving with the jonesses to be with it... Man...

the song..

once upon a time i used to hear one song that was sung by a singer thru an old microphone,
the song was about he with his sheee.. that shee used to sing in her whistling voice.. on finding hee all alone,


the loner was a waiter on those days..sitting attentively in front of an idiot..waiting to hear.... the song,
and remaining busy to surf page after page.. and reading spiritual lessons.. thus praying.. that things do not go wrong,


the whole world is an illusion.. kind of songs...became the literal hummable highs.. on listening notes,
and the real world is dupic delusion.. kind of pretensions..became the liberal perceived sighs.. as world discarding votes,


writing a huge thesis in praise of she... the hee became.. what only hee cud know,
in thinking no one knew.. he came to know that all knew.. thus becoming that..  beginner..from the successful pro,


and here as successful pro.. there was a time.. that he spent all along as one real and cool,
after that...there came the time.. and in that he did what he was doing earlier.. but courtesy.. a few.. he became the illusion-ed fool,


so ok.. that time can never come back and can never come back the years that had gone by,
but the memories can be kept as memories.. and literally recalling.. that singer is whistling..from near by,


being sure no hurt is intended.. no bad name is given.. to those.. who somehow were or possibly are the wonderful friend.
assuming that those lyrical thesis were correct... but things happened in dirtier ways and toxic was the trend,


but then to have the pleasant the cheerful memories of the person you once upon a time knew.. was the one you showed great admires,
the memories remain the same.. and jokes means jokes.. that are told to enthuse a laughter.. not as one sticky insect sticked on some barbed wires,


but then the laughter that get enthused come after only when the teller of a joke has always some pleasing thoughts,
a changer of an environment.. one has to be.. in putting listeners at ease by making the tropics a bit cooler that are getting a bit too hots,


tell them ok you hear you listen and then where has your tongue gone through which you can speak,
tell them ok you read you open and then  where has your eyes    gone through which you get a view from your peak,


from your peaks you usually and you must have the wonderful views of all that get happens.. in the lower grounds or lanes,
and you say that the view is of your liking then why you keep this view with yourself.. should not you share this by inviting one in your designy planes,


so oho.. your planes have taken off and thus are flying high above the horizons and thus are the reasons to make you the one equipped of all seasons,
for summers, winters, rains springs autumns etc etc.. you have everything then why should here be any unease in you.. and why shud you believe in treason,


literally after having every thing you ought to be in that pleasant and peaceful frame of mind.. that telling some cool jokes should be your whistling style,
cud say that once upon the time the pilot forgot to refill the tank and told about it in mid air.. hence had to apply the parachute oil on spinning head.. for the while,


for the while coz the pilot was very very happy on that day and hence had got the courage to tell me about some real real deadly joke,
i fainted and i got tainted and i visualised my funeral proceedings from that that above.. so to quench my deadly and last thrust i opened my last coke,


opened happiness... the voice somehow reached up in that shores...from the ones who too in proper collaboration had made some lavish funeral plans,
and on landing you straight away reached that spot.. and said... picture abhi baaaaki hai dost.... the best of me is yet to come... is your living elan....

shine O sun..

shine O sun from the above from the horizons that are yours natural and solar-ed heating spheres,
the glory of you is in giving the energy.. to the earth that is getting free zed... perhaps in yours lightened inner selves...you could not see from...to these earthy here,


the clouds that gives cover in these freezing days... in lovers books are described as messengers...to deliver the message...to some distant lover..." that here is living the am",
and then returns without showering any drop....perhaps the miser distant lover...reserves it for that rainy days... when in anyway these flow in plenty...flooding out from dams,


shine the sun...but you do...so what halts you to come out in open with yours... ever energetic.. spreads of glowing rays,
that enhance the bodies...the well drifting...who sit out in open...under your patronage...and so smilingly and lovings...wink at you...and of course.. do sampooran namaskar and pay dandwant prays,


astronomically the journey of you the sun can have the phases that are creations of astronomers ...in letting know... swapping of you from tropics of cancer to capricon,
but you as sun...while on having feast...had ever given a thought to this fundamental truth...that its the earth that revolves on its axis...and around you...thus allowing you to stay maun,


you in being at your place ever the since...may have got blamed...that you got angry and thus had thrown from above the ultra violet rays,
but then it was all astronomy...is nt it...then why we humans be blamed...who need you...who adore you...who believe in your shine...who do wait for your benign visit...please do pay,


do pay your visit via your rays...o sun...and requesting you to please do not ever give this loving thought that at one particular day..on earth you would land,
before even thinking so...first make your earth as strong..who would have you in its arms...else you must know...in those bristling garmis...iss duniya ka baj jayega band,


o sun...you know and we know...and in ours praying we are being a bit toooooooo mean,
since we know...you in anyway keeps shinning from above...and in hot sultry day...we may blame you for your indifference... perhaps abusing from the inners of bloody spleens,


so as the moral of the story this is the truth...this is the fact...that here on earth..owing..yes owing toos..and not due to...the creations of imbalances are fully ecological,
all weathers thus get so severe...these days.. the summers torrid, the rains hectic, the autumns baring...and the winter freezing..and then putting you at fault...by being argumentative methodical,


well then through this method of evaporating... you suck the water all above towards you...but stopping these in horizons within the airy atmospheres,
the all happening strata of atmospheric layers...are part of earth's...and the gravitational pulls that mainly through trees...invite the water as pure drops..to ease earth's heating fears,


on knowing this wonderful astronomical philosophical...here i as writer as these lines on shine... definitely do feel that i get some invitation from..some taramandli's group,
who on that day will have a kind of sabha...to offer me a mike...and ask me... to deliver a sermon..as to how to appease the sun, how to mingle with earth.. to that.. willing disciplined troop...( smile)..

I am...

Grimmy...NO..and a bit Groggy....NO...some grouchy NO....grotty..uh...but honestly at some times a bit inane,
I said that i am not complaining..but even if i were...but how could i forget to acknowledge, appreciate the work of one creative avante garde,


While you earn...that's nice..through your creations..benign i suppose..importing contents...from where you know,
Preparing, cooking and presenting and then quintessentially opulenting a gala show,


Genuinely...speaking...i dont know one particular genre to be one genius genteel,
With full of human desires, emotions, ambitions, angers, aspirations and body needs...i am...Not as one loopy loose mannered....but mostly as one prissy pristine,


Casual, witty, romantic, dreamy, working and perhaps some chivalrous might be my connotes,
Flirt and graceless i am not...but is nt it funny...that as invisible heads..you walk along me n hear and see..ok...but i do mind this all...and   you keep your real self safe in some sort of fort,


While being here...do you find me sleeping with some noisy snorts..or do you think that i should wear caps of some sorts,
Not to hide from one shinning above...but to hide my hot ears n forehead...from the cold and snoozy vibes..that were in the air..i caught...since these come from very high principled..throat.....

............... Hey Ishwar...............

O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able....and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
Just listen and listen very very carefully....here a devotee calls upon you....the dirty games in life has just lengthen...should i continue working...or just do resign,


O Ishwar...oooooooooooooo ishwar.....ever ever ever.....since eternity.....you came to rescue....who else made a call...from one's truest heart,
In one of your various....forms....you did come....to ease the vows...to ease the pains...of humanity that suffers...from satanic deeds...of those whom aim always remain...inflict a hurt,


courage you say..do have...then i say i have...faith in you say...do have...then i say that i have strong faith and belief in you,
knowing that you are the one...who is the ultimate...the absolute...and purest of the pure....and whitest as one of the most innocent truth.. the truest of the true,


everyday...the many who vouch in your name by ringing bells...lighting a diyas...begin their day,
then what transpires in their minds and why...i do not know...that to your own presence...they themselves defy...indulging your presence..in dirty games they play,


perhaps you are all above...all above to these hatred and false and sinful claims,
perhaps you on one of the day....just show your own magnificent presence...that is beyond control...just improbable and impossible to get tamed,


on that day again O Ishwar...O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
you again become simplest of the simple....listening to a pray....and ends the pains of your devotees....ORDER THEM... " DO WORK...TILL YOU ARE ABLE..and just DO NOT RESIGN",


there you are...O Ishwar...the supremest of all...the colourful as enjoy-er...and inspiring all to be the doer, 
literally....its the true prayers....of worshippers....that moves you...and not the opulent shows of rich or the sheepish cries of the poors....

The Story of the TWO's...A biography of an imagination...

         
 from the continuation...


 the new chapter...


in continuations with the things that one gets or rather one enjoys.. the life literally tinkers with a process just to write yet an other chapter,
he was there all alone.. yet a witness to all that was happening in and around.. just gave a glaze and crossed fingers in his hair.. said.. " so amidst certain interesting factors",


the factors that were there to get seen and being witnessed and enjoyed.. were interesting in the ways certain things had taken interesting shapes,
said the he.. " to this i meant this and to that i meant that but look this became that and that the this.. thus made me a kind of person who just apes",


" but do i really" said the he.. and then literally came closer a mirror nearby that was standing tall in its fullest of shinning glory,
and then peeped deep into the mirror and immersed him in that or took that in him.. to see the things in proper prospectives that will just tell the real story,


the real story was in fact  interesting or rather was so fascinating that he himself made him a kind of narrator.. to tell the things with real spicy elans,
the smallest of an event be told with such passion.. and such romantically.. that in his glowing eyes.. the spark just oozes out while unrolling certain revealing plans,


the plan A said the he.. was to do that but could not.. so switched to plan B to see that plan C was just Ok to complete the things in plan D,
the D was just not happening so just called in again the A.. to say hello to the B.. who was not getting well with the C... oh my god.. said the He,


in fact the very legacy of travelling through A B C and D.. was just too novice.. hence said ok.. the union of them is partnered as one Big and true,
the union of them got friendly to him.. and they as owners said to him.. you are our imagination.. so in you we live and in we you shall.. through and through,


the roaring club of fours.. in fact were the owners of some big and tall clamours that had given them a unique name... the Sannjhi Singhnia's,
and how well the interesting factor came out that they shared a unique similarity with hero of Ghajini..oh wow me the kalpana of them.how remarkable was this interesting insignia,


in a way it was his own imagination and it was his own unique style to narrate a story in his own peculiar ways,
the young jest in him always remained to unravel the new.. else life at times becomes so boring literally forcing the trends to fell preys,


the preys to the boredom.. the gloomy faces.. absence of smiles.. and continuous streak of talks that just pull the big big pals of glooms,
aur bhi gam hai zamane mein... he said... mohabbat voh bhi ho jayegi... but why is this stark state of mind that always spin adversaries on the destiny looms,


i.. said the he.. if do have or shall do have such loom or looms.. shall always spin the processes that will bring the threads of glowing trends,
the vivacity in life is so glorious.. the colours so magnificent and opportunities so innumerable.. that shall give me no time.. to make any offends,


on the looms.. i shall spin.. the new ways and new systems and in these i shall learn the ways to be one among the capable plurals,
in sum.. being sad is part of life.. but for how long.. as in life nothing stays forever.. the one passing phase gets took over by fresh murals...






...To be continued...