The turn around

There was a boy from a small town in India. He was brought up in a conservative environment, so he didn't booze, ate meat and so was trying to preserve his purity. Then he met a friend and they became close friends. The other friend had modern values like he would do those things which the protagonist thought are forbidden. The friend convinced him to cross the line step by step and see what lies on the other side. The boy liked it and started enjoying it. One day he bought living chickens to the house and butchered them in front of his friend. Then when he served that chicken to his friend his refused to eat whereas the boy enjoyed it inside out.

Who is devil and who is pure?

Life as a Mirage

Perceptions, Hallucinations, Virtuality, Reality, who defines what is what and who is who?

Whenever I define myself, I discover a side which is not in the definition. However, there is always a difference in how I perceive myself and how others do. The perceptions give rise to biases like blacks do drugs, whites are greedy, Muslims are terrorists, I am an asshole, I have an attitude problem, yada yada yad.

Whenever we are meeting anyone, most of the time we are biased by what we have heard and learned. But, aren't these perceptions very superficial. Why doesn't we say Blacks love Jazz, they are straight from heart, lively and fun people. Why doesn't people say that Whites are the most disciplined people on earth and Muslims are the most spiritual.

Why does the negative perception dominates so much, where there is so much positivity. Why is the devil winning in our hearts? May be because of what we do in our day, what we eat and what we think. We are fueling the devil with whatever it needs: lust and greed of all forms.

So, who is in the question, Me, or you, or the guy you hate, or ...

Kite Photography

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A poem with rhymes

Lets run, in the wild sun
Lets play to make the hay of the day
Lets fight, not to test the might
Lets loose without taking booze
Lets cry in the midst of the sky
Lets try to fly
Lets smile without a guile
Lets speak to remove all the tweaks
Lets look inside the book
Lets feel the pain as if it is as natural as rain
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Thanks for tolerating :D.

The weight

The weight of my own ambitions
The expectations of my own people
A short memory of the glorious past
And a cruel present
Everything is there in front of us
Our creation
the very ghost
is stealing every moment of our life

Save yourself
Stab the ghost
Liberate yourself
Be free!

No Name

Wild Spirits dancing like mad women
in the bodies of men and women
making us pay for the every moment of existence
Never letting us settle
Always making us unstable
May be they know our purpose of existence
To achieve something we cant perceive
To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain
To take us to new frontiers
To realize us that all our limits are our own creation
To understand that there is one and only one soul
of this world which unites everything

Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.

No Name

Wild Spirits dancing like mad women
in the bodies of men and women
making us pay for the every moment of existence
Never letting us settle
Always making us unstable
May be they know our purpose of existence
To achieve something we cant perceive
To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain
To take us to new frontiers
To realize us that all our limits are our own creation
To understand that there is one and only one soul
of this world which unites everything

Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.