The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Sunday, 31 October 2010

WHEN QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS AMALGAMATE

Questions that life invariably, incessantly throws
Questions that may bring an omen of woes
Questions that may then hasten the rows
Questions that sometimes may go overdose
Questions that sometimes embrace thorn of the rose
Questions that, at times, seem verbose
Questions that then lose repose, become grandiose
Questions that, at times, repulse to comatose
Questions that the lose the structured impose
Questions that no more look for their appose

Questions that may bring together
Questions that may send afar
Questions that may push to the altar
Questions that then bring inner to the war
Questions that then may invite the scar
Questions that then push the life on the antiar  
Questions that split open the compose of vicar
Questions that then become the scimitar
Questions that then trade openly in the bazaar
Questions that then synthesize the spar

Questions that sometimes bring the thought
Questions that, at times, make them at odd
Questions that create nowhere of the myriad
Questions that remind the agony of the ciudad
Questions that may emanate from the rot
Questions that then reminds of a zealot
Questions that then may run to find the abbot
Questions that then may crash into their Godot
Questions that sometimes may go for upshot
Questions that then become a silent lot

Life has been the chronicling
Questions being their meandering
Answers have lost the numbering

Answers that know the art of expressing
Silence is the language goes on not expecting
Silence is the connect that goes on recruiting

There comes the moment inveterate
Questions and answers amalgamate
Words bleed on to aerate
No words remain the only recruit
Silence speaks, questions and answers mitigate 

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