Tag: #reality
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Why I Am A Pessimist
I’m an out-and-out pessimist. I used to be an optimist back in the day, but as life gradually unfolded its diverse, complex layers, optimism began to fade away from the boundary of my consciousness. In the back of my subconscious mind, images of life as a wholly beautiful and ethereal experience started getting blurred as…
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Your Mind Is A Garbage Box
You call yourself a civilized society, but you still spit on the walls and throw bottles on the street. You still pee on street walls, even if it’s instructed against that particular action. Furthermore, you pray and worship god, but some of you still don’t possess basic humane qualities. You can go down to any…
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Inevitable Pain And A Blurred Vicinity
Pain is inevitable for a writer. Sometimes, it’s too ineffable to put it into words, but it is what it is. Were it not for the pain, I wouldn’t have been a writer. Pain ignites in me a plethora of scintillating, blistering emotions, enough to set the typewriter on fire, with my fingers moving faster…
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JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS NEEDED TO BE EXPRESSED
I see through the deep, dense brown eyes of the artist. They reveal to me some terrible reality that lies hidden, buried deep in human consciousness. Those eyes radiate waves of melancholy and grief, sadness piled up for so long. I see what they are trying to convey to me, they are trapped inside this…
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THE KILLER AMONG US
The murderer never got caught, despite the Police’s best efforts. He kept on committing sinful acts all around the city. He was always there, among us, fuelling his wicked mind every day in his lonely room. Furthermore, he was just a regular guy, playing with kids in the afternoon, stopping near the grocery shop now…
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FORGOTTEN
You will be forgotten, however good or capable you are. Your images inside people’s minds will deteriorate slowly and gradually like winter vanishing from the earth, giving way to a toiled summer. Everything that you have ever done for anyone will steadily be sent into someone’s mind’s recycle bin. This is the bitter truth, and…
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FIVE SENSES: NOW EVAPORATING.
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” Shannon A. Thompson. The heart kept pounding until it didn’t. The pain inside kept swelling until it ate down the whole physicality of its host subject. The suffering kept rising through the surface in the form of water drops falling from my two retinas. The music flowing…
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Dance of Death
Death can be both scary and peaceful, depending upon the person who is going to achieve it. Scary will it seem, when you are least expecting it; peaceful will it feel when you are exhausted with the intricacies and loathsomeness of life. One moment you are here, watching TV; the next moment an earthquake hits…
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THROUGH YOUR EYES, TO THE ALTERNATE REALITY
I’m at the beach. I see faces filled with ecstasy and joy of watching in front of their eyes such a large body of water whose horizon even their eyes cannot fathom. Eyes. How mysterious they are, aren’t they? How two pair of spherical natural lenses attract so much of what lay in front of…
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CHAOS EXTENDING ITS DARK WINGS
I built an impermeable wall around me so that noone could penetrate through its intricacies and sheer complexities. That wall was specially founded to protect myself from all the negativity and toxicity of my surroundings. But something has happened lately. That wall is beginning to collapse into little fragments resembling broken bits of glass mushroomed…
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