Well yes, on the cosmic scale of things you are almost nothing, and so am I, and so is everything we know. And yet - despite how meaningless everything may be compared to the universe as a whole - all those things mean so much to me.
So to me you are the cosmos, to me you are the stars… to me you are precious, and I want you to know that.
What breaks
You may
In reality
Be the very
Thing that
Sets you free
In this crazy
Life.
-J.Wool
All writing belongs to me.
Jaded Eyes
She’s trapped in a world that you don’t see
Breathing air that you can’t breathe
Killing herself piece by piece
Trying to please
everybody
Sleeps alone with her regret
Trying to fill the holes she’d rather forget
She’s got somebody but she’s lonely
Dreaming of what things use to be
Memories a painful remedy
Her pillows wet her dreams run dry
Looking in the mirror with those puffy red eyes
Wondering if she could
Would she catch a flight
Leave this life in a blink of an eye
She bleeds where no one can see
Suffering in silence to not disturb the melody
Doesn’t want to burden nobody
Eyes sharp to cut the hand to hold
Beauty in the mirror for her to behold
She’s surrounded but alone and lonely
Thoughts on a old nobody
Who turned from a lover to another somebody
Eyes jaded, heart breaking, hands shaking
She’s taken
But she’ll never again belong to anybody
We are stiff creatures, contained creatures, creatures of control.
And yet, there is nothing more desirable for our innermost core, the very definition of our Being, than that which our logical selves so desperately wish to bridle as one would do a rowdy horse.
Running barefoot in fields, in meadows, in forests; our heads thrown back in the compulsory act of being Alive for the very first time; screaming, yelling at the stars, the moon, emptying our hearts and minds, opening up the floodgates of repression and letting out all: the ecstatic, the wretched, the lonely, the frustrating, the maddening, the rapturous, that had built up within;
dancing under the sun until our bodies are on fire, scorching flames both from the desperation within and the heat without.
No thoughts, no morals, no societal conformity, no restraints, no awareness of anything other than the extreme force of consumption exercised by the present act.
Never can we be closer to God than when we give ourselves up to this barbaric, enthralling, animalistic, raw behaviour, fully, entirely, coercively, until the boundaries of our own person, our individuality, become blurred and we are nothing, we are everything.
Alive! Alive! Experiencing the divine in every vain, in every cell, the sublime beating in our hearts, every breath a prayer and a scream.
- pars poetica // creatures of control
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“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
~ W. B. Yeats
The poem is called ‘The Stolen Child’, so you can find it.
#6
Dear Deluded Dweller,
that path you have chosen
is full of potholes. But then again,
I suppose those are your goals.
crystal clear
I’m not humming anymore
this mournful off-key rhapsody,
I want to sink, touch the bottom
and emerge.
You are transparent.
If we would change the things that we rarely change in ourselves, as much as the things we often change in ourselves. And if we would change in the things that we often change in ourselves, as much as the things that we rarely change in ourselves. Nothing would change.
I promise you, if
you knew me like I wish
to show you myself, you’d see
what it means to be
alive and in love with
neverending opportunities to meet
eternal beauty. you’d realize
what it is which has me
seeking that spot
right next to you.
Zerodha: Tweet Buster: Zerodha CEO calls market rally painful & Kedia’s poetic twist to Street gyan
NEW DELHI: The Sensex’s longest weekly gaining streak since 2009 came to an end last Friday as the 30-pack index crashed 1.5 per cent on Friday. While the bulls disappeared quickly on Dalal Street after Sensex travelled all the way to 50,000, Twitter remained abuzz with celebration memes, nostalgia on Sensex’s journey in the last three decades and the road ahead.
We scan the social media platform…
Zerodha: Tweet Buster: Zerodha CEO calls market rally painful & Kedia’s poetic twist to Street gyan
नई दिल्ली: 2009 के बाद से सेंसेक्स की सबसे लंबी साप्ताहिक बढ़त पिछले शुक्रवार को समाप्त हो गई क्योंकि शुक्रवार को 30-पैक सूचकांक 1.5 प्रतिशत दुर्घटनाग्रस्त हो गया। सेंसेक्स के 50,000 तक का सफर तय करने के बाद दलाल तेजी से दलाल स्ट्रीट पर गायब हो गए, ट्विटर पिछले तीन दशकों में सेंसेक्स की यात्रा पर जश्न की यादों, उदासीनता से आगे रहा।
हम कुछ शीर्ष स्ट्रीट mavens से रणनीति, पैसे बनाने के विचारों और…
Pain
Shatters serenity quick as light
Heart, mind, soul - stabbing
Then aching, lingering hurt
Breathe
Settle the soul; relax, flow
Shudders, quakes, tears
Breathe, release the fear
Stare
Deep into the gaps of the universe
Stare, as everything slips past
Quiet, silent, still, breathing
fragments of my dignity
laying on the ground
shattered
like the glass in my spectacles
after you ridiculed me in front of the world
