It is a dream to wake up to a day with no worries till night fall.
The same way it is a challenge to realise the picture of nothing even when nothing itself is counted out.
As I pen down this note I visualise the mirroring reoccurrence of a scene containing a light switch, the light and dark in the six complexities of a cube with the judgement of an extrasensory perception rather than a box with the unplanned escape through the top and bottom.
The way I think of the earth is like a blank wall with no colour, Neither black nor white, that you'll paint.
It will give you what you give it. Take it as personality and karma.
What a reality so full of a trampolines.
What a reality so unreal.
One to break hearts and make a grown man cry
One to confuse fools
Who fail to see but rather look
Not to the root but to the shoot
Just as it is,
The world is a beautiful pain
We all feel pain.
From our flaws and sins
And make the earth beautiful
We expect not predict
We wait prepared and unaware
We sure do things
with a mindset unorthodox.
