Pelt

I pelt at your feet.

That your fragrance may envelope me.

That I may continually experience love.

Inside darkened alleys…

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Heals

Photographs heals enmity as much as it can bring tears to one’s eye. At its extreme end, it can invoke anger and hatred.

Information Overload

“There is Information and misinformation overload everywhere, everyday, across the globe, in the internet and clearly, if one wanted to sieve the truth out from all the false news left suspended in the cloud, it is a futile hope because out there somewhere is the correct information you need with no clear indication of proper direction in sight.”

God

“I believe there is a God. Some believe there is Only one. Some thought there is none. And some believe there are many. And therein concludes our little, little differences which gradually piles up into centuries old feud. And in our quest to seek the all powerful invincible God who largely remains invisible and powerless in solving world calamities, we became divisive and destroy others who believe otherwise. If humans were born of God, why aren’t we exuding the all natural traits of love, peace, happiness and forgiveness inherited us? Not unless we came from dust as some believe- dust, being residues of all things destroyed. Hence, our destructive tendency.”

Awards

Awards were given in retrospect towards ones service, effort or contribution to a cause or many causes. Even if he insults you today , that has nothing to do with his past service, effort or contribution. And your award is given in recognition of that. Not anything else and definitely not because of allegiance.

Aesthethists And Narratists

“Suppose we woke up to the chirping of birds, suppose we look out from our window and saw a beautiful butterfly fluttering inside our garden, do we just admire its beauty reflected in the resplendent morn, or do we ask the butterfly what is the significance of you appearing in my garden or what are you thinking about?
Therein is the distinction between two genres of artists. The aesthetists, who loves to paint pretty pictures with no necessity for reasoning , and the narratists, whose works beckon questions.”

Avenue for Discards

“Auction houses are avenues for discards, a place to sell what has been forcibly taken off you, what which you yourself have outlived, what you have inherited and do not need, what which is rare and valuable which you have been coerced to part with and lastly, what which are dubious in which you try to gather provenance from- a convincing magic box to convert the authenticity of your personal property.”