True love

True love

What is love without lust 

And in absence of return, a love

A world full of people

Of opposite sex

Of attraction and distraction

And only one is special, one love

One heart, a soul and mind

Together in harmony

A peace of moment

Blossoming as though a flower

Only this is in heart, felt

Like a sense, it can feel

Every step, every second

Every breath, if full of the kind of

Feeling. The kind of touch,

A heart can sense, feel and be moved.

A Love not of any kind but true

The lament of a perfect soul

Even while the whole world echoes along

It's a shame one can reverberate alone

Even in the brightest of hours

One can sense darkness, in shadows cast

Whilst close to perfection one can yet regret to refrain

From that which is not done

What soul, what heart, what light

Emotions like tornadoes neglet all the rest 

That- which all aspects mentioned-

'Tis all this soul has to lament

Just

From today I shall live

Knowing someday I shall not be gone

That every thing I have

Shalln't be there

That the people I meet

Will never be there too

That I am just living "A life"

Life that is beautiful, crazy, painful and precious

Will not be there anymore

From here, I choose.

A life of water

The life of a tree

The life of me in just

I water, I bathe, the tree I live by

And air I breathe

I shall be thankful for

The thought I am

I shall be one with the rest

In peace and and in whole

I hereby shall live simply

Breath simply, eat simply and

Be the tree I am

I shall renounce the matter that does not

Content in pure heart

With necessities met

I shall be joyful, happy and in peace 

I shall be just

The most difficult puzzle

We live in a world that there is no clue about

Not of our existance

Not ...

Not...

Driven by our will

We do 

"What is will?"

What drives it?

-Mind

What drives mind?

What, who or what part of consciousness decides to put the thoughts in ones mind, that come about?

One is simply a sustainer or a "demolition-er" of thoughts

That come about

What is it that Really drives me? The force? The "what ever"?

That was always there since ones birth.

In other words:

What is it really that drives my consciousness that the end product it a thought

I really don't know, but I am curious so, to start with:

Is it the light, beauty, pain, pleasure, or

Simply the laws of nature...what ever that could be, which I am bound to.

I fucking don't know, and understand not of it.

It seems to me that itself nature is the biggest puzzle.

Awestruck

A transient being has awestruck me: felt sublime, with, as though sky has fallen upon me. And me falling apart, as she departs.

The begining

In the beginning

There was nothing

Silent and dark,

Heaven Nor hell

Before living or dead, time or space

Before God, there was nothing

Just nothing.