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Conscious Avant-Garde Cogitation.

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Serendipitous thoughts that are born from observing the mundane, everyday life and its many marvels.

Wise Words Wednesday: 18.10.17

“Whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy–all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

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Truth? Or Tru-er Lies?

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust?

Man is a social being, is he not? His friends, family, and neighbors make up his society. Also now, his Facebook friends and non-friends(😉) are important stakeholders in deciding what kind of image he has in the society.

I may be a wealthy person, but as long as it is a secret, not many people would value me for even the right reasons.

However, it is our friends and acquaintances that we lie to. Strangers don’t quite matter when it comes to secrets and personal infidelities.

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. This distinction is made on the basis of how trustworthy the other party is and how much we truly trust them. It is a very ambiguous equation that decides the degree of worth of that person.

A very confusing prospect in text, it is now the fact of nature. Our society does this to us, and similarly, we, to it. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies, and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust? Do we even have anyone left anymore with whom we could be quite truly honest?

Because honestly, honesty is a scary thing. We have forgotten how to be spontaneously truthful, that we are caught up in a web of lies, and no man trusts another.

I would like to think our family is our true constant in this cruel, selfish world. You would hear stories about conflicts in a family; but nothing that cannot be resolved over a late night movie with a couple of bags of the family favorite potato chips! 😀

I won’t say I’m bitter about the world, but a few more honest people could really light up our society. Diplomacy could be kept confined to the workplace and lies to a bare minimum so that our kids could know a world with some true friends.

rawness

Baby Fingers

Drowning in these teeny

little love goblets,

Never a more tempting death.


Flashback Friday: Smile

Half a smile from him

and she was in her elements again.

Alive bright!

Like cherry blossoms in springtime.

Like Vermillion on a newlywed bride.

Like keys of an unused piano

under fingers of a forgotten musician.


 

Wise Words Wednesday 9.20.17

There’s only one true superpower amongst human beings, and that is being funny. People treat you differently if you can make them laugh.
– Jeff Garlin

Another One Bites (the Dust)

Honey, how I wish

I felt for you

Like I feel for chocolate.


 

Last Glance

Suddenly I whirl
For one last glimpse
But did you see?
We’ll never know, will we?

Drifters of the world
Lovers of the wild,
Once meeting somehow
Guess we’ll never know now.

Stars aligned, we shared a vow
Broken now, wonder how
How did we let go?
Think we’ll never know.

SALONI

Wise Words Wednesday 9.13.17

“I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open, but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!”

– C. Joybell C. 

Flashback Friday: Death of an Artist

And these walls will never speak again
Because the feet that hung from the ceiling are limp.
Steady now, the hands of paint,
Stands yet another beautiful crimp.


 

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