Category Archives: scribbles

Unseen

Most people live in oblivion… in an enigma of progress and brighter future. Interestingly, men always aspire for the next glorious step but know little about the steps they never had to take. Though they think they have seen it all, most never had to make choices that can leave a scar for the rest of their lives.

For example, in a developing or a third world country, what’s the real reason behind a mother selling her child? Is it the dream that her child would have a better future or is it just the means to live through another month? What really makes life or the prospect of a better future so invaluable? Life, at least for her, would have only brought pain. Probably life doesn’t win over death, it’s hope that wins over death.

These people don’t communicate. Neither do they register in the progressive world, not do they have any future. They are only replaced by the next generation to go through the same suffering.

Existence

Of course, my love for you was 24 carat gold. No one else could ever love so blindly, so selflessly. And my pranks which irritated you then should have turned into memories to cherish by now. Time has taught me I am infinite and belong to the void. My presence is only that of a passenger in a train whose mode of travel keeps changing forever. So preserve the years I left with you somewhere deep. I’ll know they exist in you.

~ The hopeless romantic’s evergreen soliloquy

Never-ending

Strangely, the concept of true love has to be a never-ending journey… completeness would only end it.

Once 2 floating dots join to become one the next trajectory is monotonic and uninteresting. Imagine the dots trying to meet but deflecting as soon as they get near… 2 sine curves. That’s harmonic. Harmonics are naturally beautiful.