More than Words !

Dear Battery,  Please run out soon.  For your lithium core  is not helping me to build a  spaceship.  My sand fueled ocean  is running out of fishes.  The frogs are my  only company. And your screen plays things in codes and languages,  which I have never encountered  before.  Dear Battery,  This is not gloomy,  this is fucking  hilarious.  So I make paper planes and fly. You see, I can at-least re-engineer things  in my head. And there- where my heart is I am invincible.  So dear battery,  run out now.  Set me free, 

Let me tell you a secret that all the myths and fairy-tales you have ever listened, read or heard are all true. Each one of them, howmuch ever absurd they might be, they all have the roots of truth. They have meanings, they symbolize, they speak, of something unspeakable. Mythologies are romantic cliches, that touches the deepest of all human knowledge. Greek or Norse, Himalayan or Egyptian, all myths hold the secrets of the universal balance and delight. From Osiris to Hanuman. From Cinderella to Ramba. From Shamanism in Siberia to Chandi Dance in Nepal, all myths are the expression of everlasting wisdom. Mortal eyes might overlook the wisdom, but a lovers heart is open, it accepts, it drinks, from the fountain in the garden of Eden. So dear love BELIEVE and all shall be true, as true as the taste of  the best'est chocolate in the world. BELIEVE Be and Live.

An atom,  can react in ways im-possible.  Every now and then it defies  all of its own existence.  The grandeur is immense. Watch the glinting of the morning light.  And hold a thought of beauty  in your mind. All of  beauty which flashes and  refracts in the platform  of your brain.  Take a glass of water,  and know that you evolved in her comforting womb.  This is not a formation of  spiritual indices. Its your loving incubation of life.  You make the universe  exist in the fabric of spacetime. Its a joyful suddenness that  sparks the character of  a flower in a bird. A bird is  a flower in the sky. Your plodding  steps generates electricity,  you create life.  And this is the grandeur of love.  The droplets of ecstatic brilliance. 

The brain has more than  two hundred trillion neural connections- connecting the dots of moments  to the fabric of reality. The frontier of every moment  is the actualization of experience.  And we as beings,  enter the uncharted territory of organic consciousness in  inorganic sophistication. Which is,  Connected by one thread  and one thread alone.  To breath. To breath is to live.  The continuous process of infinite  expansion and contraction.  And everything in-between.  Birth and death as I see it are not  two phenomenons. They are the mitosis  of singularity, exploring the possibilities.  They are the breath of universe,  expanding and contracting. What are we made of, if not  dreams and star-dust. We are the  neurons of breathing universe.  And each neuron  is conscious and alive. So breath my love, BREATH.