The bowl of desire enigmatically replenishes despite ones
conscious efforts to empty it. We either torment our senses
to master it or moan inadvertently jaded and enslaved.
How rational is it to think one is rational ?! When all we are
is just another ant-colony to an eagle flying high.
Don't judge a person by his words,
doggerel is all it can be to the
one who watches from a distance.
We wait earnestly for the curtains to go up,
and gasp in pleasure when the girl in the box disappears.
It intrigues you to the point where you would want to
ask the question, how does he do it ?
But before you ask that question, ask this to yourself.
Do you really want to know the science behind the magic trick ?
Would you rather be mesmerized by the ignorance of it all and keep
guessing in vain ?
How distant have we become due to the so called "reasoning" ?
How much would you give to loose it ?
How badly do you want to zoom out of your mundane existanse ?
Love you seek without pain is no different from a bland meal.
Nihilistic, is what you prefer to call the chain of thoughts that scare
to break your shell. You prefer to lie in the womb dreaming endlessly, don't
you ? Day after Day, it's a new dream you wake up to.
