Friday, April 24, 2009

True, this doesn't make sense. But then, what does?

mThe sense of void deepens, the emptiness flourishes and I look around to latch onto something that could let me not fall a prey to this gnawing -273 degrees Celsius.

Am I a ripple in the still sea of life or am I the dead sea myself that can not be brought to life despite millions of ripples tickling its bottom?

I try to breathe and recollect all that I thought I could pen down and provide some vent to an exhausted self. But no, I have to thaw first!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

may he succeed, amen!

May the colours of your success be always bright: orange, apple green and neon blue. Just like the ones in your FIRST bag :)
ameen sum ameen.

May you fulfill his destiny and prove yourself the best of creations, "ashraf-ul-makhlooqaat". yes, sadly most of us forget to do so.

May the sun always shine bright for you, may you always know your path, the path of enlightenment. Enlightenment of Soul, of heart and of mind. May you be amongst blessed learned souls.
ameen.


I pray for you, this, and much much more my angel.

Love you.

Friday, April 3, 2009

the heart aches and the soul hangs in a vaccuum.

why does it have to be so?

whats the use of it?

what should I do?


does being existentialist provide answers in this situation too?


what went wrong? And WHY?