when power becomes spirit

When power becomes spirit the divine soul within, reaches its
apotheosis. The hymn of hate the heart had crooned until then
transcends to a symphony of love. The cacophony of the cranium's
boredom ballad dies out. The power of perception is resurrected. The
dormant innate energies stored in the annals of memory once again
start flowing with gusto. The soul regains it alchemy. It feeds on the
elixir of life that the universe is so abundant with. It reaches the
destiny of its journey to the centre of its universe. There is an
emergenre of the ultimate Insurrection by the soul against the
pre-conditioned mind. The soul exalts only in the Power of being
itself and nothing else.

A lonely day in my life

The fans are whirring with full speed. It’s like sitting in an oven. Clothes are strewn all over. I am lying here alone on a Sunday evening, on my bed in my boxers staring at the ceiling wondering if the walls could talk. My cranium’s singing its boredom ballad again. I look outside the window and the weather’s perfect. There’s nice breeze and the trees are swaying but I can’t fight the inertia that’s glued me to my bed. Making matters worse, none of my friends I hang out with is in town. I pick my cell phone up and call my friend’s ex-girlfriend to see if at least she could give me some company. But she has plans with my friend. It’s like they aren’t seeing each other but they go out together. I console myself saying it is okay dude hold on for some more time and you’ll get better. But I get irritated waiting for the time to come. Why do things always get better only in the end? Why don’t things start well? Well it is alright now. I mean the time has come when I can get better. I just found someone I can hang out with. I mean it is not like I have found gold, but when it’s time to plough, iron is gold. Adieu.

introspection

The sea of my thoughts is deeper than an oceanic abyss. Anything that enters inside it gets drowned and resurfaces only after being putrid. There is a void that needs to be filled; a vacuum that has the power to suck in anything floating close by. It’s consuming my inner self too. When it’s done with me it seeks for a prey that’s “attached” to my inner self. Before, I had the power and strength inside me to channelise my thoughts so that the storm—that reappears so often these days—does not brew up into a dangerous monster. Now it is becoming harder and harder for me to stay clear from the storm. My life seems full but still something’s missing. I have name, success, talent and every possible tool in hand to make my life something I always dreamt of but I acknowledge for the first time there is something that I am not happy about. I have blamed the place, the people and every possible thing around me. Yet even the blame game doesn’t seem to give me any satisfaction. There is something I am looking for and I don’t know what. I know I am on a long arduous journey but again honestly I don’t seem to know the destiny. I am confident I will achieve all the material success. And I bet I will. I don’t think beggars can ever understand life. But I also want something that goes far behind these materialistic virtues. I want to see beyond. I want to know something I have never known, something I have known but never understood, and something that will reveal myself to me. Something that will reflect the God inside me.