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When feeling and torture is synonymous,
Love is what that transforms to my euphony.
Do you remember the forest trees swinging.
And the moonlit desire of dreams shining?
Oh Yes, you do.
That night the blueness of the sky,
the greenness of the grass had absorbed the pain,
and yet we stand right where we start to cry.
Well, they laugh when we whine,
They dance to what we couldn’t enshrine.
Life is what we perceive,
Come dear, come near me.
Happiness cannot be redefined,
At least that night we will sing forgetting all agony.
Lost and Found!
…it was already Spring,
The frosty pelts had dwindled us,
I was lost in your spirit of upbringing,
as your presence was too sumptuous.
The arrogance of torture,
the chronicles of tiredness,
all allured to your departure,
with life in its very own clearness.
It is not I was abbe.
My heart pondered in vain.
Only to realize the journey was a lot paddy,
and to mitigate all the pain.
Well, I was plying in my dark hollowness,
where only I had the permission to visit.
My consecration to solemness,
That I had missed every minute.
Love and Madness!
There are predominantly three kinds of people in this world. First, the ones we love but don’t get any response. Second, the ones who loves us but we dont respond them. Third, the ones who loves us and we love them back.
The biggest problem in our society is that we think too much about the first kind, quite a bit about the second kind and completely forget the fact that the third kind of people do exist in our lives. Well, unsurprisingly they are the ones who loves us the most. So if we have had the prospect to measure love, we could have saved ourselves a hell lot of time thinking about the amount of yearning we composed. We could have then realized to value lesser known relations amongst friends and families a lot more. We could have valued the desirability of unconditional love. Love that’s wholehearted and unreserved.
We all reserve our exactness for the special ones these days, but deep inside we tend to pretermit the idea of cutting loose.
Love is not blind. It is statute and is all manipulated until it relents. Love is madness. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. But had it not been for those extreme convictions it could have been a different story all together.
Your life is just a presentation of your own belief that contradicts with most people on earth, yet there’s a reason behind that certitude. Life is beautiful. Amaze past it with ease.
Can passion eventually burn out? Or is it just a manifestation of what I dont need. Or do I? Do I not? Lost in the cacophony of repute.
Okay my baby, you are the best. The rose of my vase, the singing lullaby of my ears.
You are the unbeaten exquisite love without whom life is just a piece of melon cut into halves.
Number Theory is a Mathematicians leisure world.
Joy and Randomness
What do you do when you can’t afford to buy a pair of racquets?
You open your sandals and play with those!
What do you do when you watch the likes of Messi’s and Ronaldo’s play with a football that you feel lucky to see onscreen?
You simply gather some sheets of paper and roll it hard so that it gets cemented.
Life is simply about joy. Money matters the most when it comes to sumptuousness. But making it brighter makes you work hard, work fortunes to be the best out of the lot. You simply have the courage but not the determination that might lead you there, high up there. Yes! The land of the vigilance where you just can’t afford to loose what you get. The unwanted heroes craved the path of virtue, to bring a smile on someone’s face.The joy, the love, the affection all comes to play and still the world is at a trance. You deceive them, The world deceives you. You flirt with them, they will make you the king. They’ll fund you in anything and everything, and then suddenly you downgrade to the land of the unwanted. The sudden fall and then you realize you were dreaming. The darker side of reality suddenly hits him, the world suddenly becomes a smaller place to live in. Enemies in every place, in every direction, inside out, universally.
A few years back a man won the Spanish national lottery with a ticket that ended in the number 48. Proud of his accomplishments, he revealed the theory that brought him the riches. “I dreamed of the number 7 for seven straight nights,” he said, “and 7 times 7 is 48.” Those of us with a better command of our multiplication tables might chuckle at the man’s error, but we all create our own view of the world and then employ it to filters and process our perceptions, extracting meaning from the ocean of data that washes over us in daily life. And we often make errors that, though less obvious, are just as significant as his.
Maybe Life isn’t like that. Sometimes things happen that cannot be foreseen. An incident suppose that had nothing to do with you, but had it happened differently, you never had been born.We all start from “naive realism,” i.e., the doctrine that things are what they seem. We think that grass is green, that stones are hard,and that snow is cold. But Science assures us that the greenness of grass, the hardness of stone, and the coldness of snow that we know in our own experience, but something very different. In what follows we will peer at life through the eyepiece of the randomness and see that many of the events of our lives, too, are not quite what they seem but rather something very difficult.
It is human nature to look for patterns and to assign them meaning when we find them and not money or something similar. As famously quoted by Pierre-Simon De Laplace,” If an intelligence, at a given instant, knew all the forces that animate nature and the position of each constituent being; if, moreover, this intelligence were sufficiently great to submit those data to analysis, it could embrace in the same formula the movements of the greatest bodies in the universe and those of the smallest atoms: to this intelligence nothing would be uncertain, and the future, as the past, would be present to its eyes.”Laplace expressed a view called determinism: the idea that the state of the world at the present determines precisely the manner in which the future will unfold.The happier one, the jovial one.