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Something that is nothing

In Air

Brainwaves

Matter

And a sudden awakening

Consciousness

Dissolved in 

Smoky air

Stuck in

Between time

Space and

Self

All just

On a puff

And there I go

Mona Lisa

The utter silence of her smile

The subtleness in her eyes

Says it all, but softness

By lame silence and subtle weakness

Quietly peeking through ones eyes,

Through the observer,

She proclaims a place in ones heart

Seeking from one corner of emotion to next

She steals every breath out of him

Building a kingdom from it, she claims the heart for her own

She smiles; she knows about you!

She is kind. She is Godly

Yet, her smile stings you in the face, with ambiguity

As though by heavenly gift,

In one way or another

She becomes a part of you

Knowingly or Unknowingly

She loves you

Suddenly, as though by will, or, by force

She holds you and drags you by your heart

Is she deceiving you!?

Touching the soft spots in every corner of your heart

She sits calmly before you, in comfort

With glare in her eyes

Now that she owns you

Boldly, she stares at you

By delusion or illusion 

Or by love or lust

Like she has just poisoned you

At a place that is perfect.

She takes a moment

And reflects upon you 

the most ambiguous smile

Of all. . .

Social Network

What a development, a.. evolution, of life! There is more to, than read books or, say meet face to face I mean, "What's on your mind?" says facebook. What did you post today? say I. That's how you socialize today. Not to mention the amount of spams you get. What kinda tube did you share today? Sorry, I meant you-tube! Or you forget to try out the google-hangouts, instead? No wonder birds don't twit as much these days. Some day, men might as well hoot. By the way, when people start complaining on media it's called "barking!!" So, wurf! Wurf!

Mind

It's a wonderful world, but only if you think so Thoughts that are us thoughts that may be true thoughts that maybe false thoughts that make us alive "You can eat an ice cream" but the taste is in the mind What a mind boggling game Who needs an ice cream? When you can imagine Or, even dream Or, one can imagine that forever What a mind! Mind that is you mind that is me mind that is all What a wonderful world.

The Art of Life

An ocean without water

A beat-less music

Or 

A pen without ink

THAT,

is how life feels,

Without purpose:

No love

But love is art,

The purpose, as art,

-to create what you love

The meaning of your life

Color, butter-fly,

Jingle-bells 

humming-bees,

      Or,

THOSE

rain-bows!

Which make you wonder!!

-'Tis art!!!

Strange and Beautiful.

If it's what makes you alive,

'Tis love,

The art of life

At least, that's what completes my ocean with water

Fills my pen with ink

And completes this poem with

The art of life

Just Thinking

Simply thinki------ing

..............boxes....matchbox.

Butterflies............

No,.....stars...

What else?

Stones!

To think is difficult!

Dream World

2/14/14 12:30 am

'Tis the story that God has not told 

Taking place inside the mind of himself.

Before his creation, he imagined of it.

Silent and dark,

Heaven nor hell

There, before time and space

Bound by the power of God, there was nothing

Merely a formula, locked up in a chamber, in his mind

Where only souls dwelled

Who knew not anything, but pure happiness. 

With only one source of joy, the mechanism how the souls could exist, a reservoir of pleasure was contained in the simplest of laws.

The secret, the souls be in perfect unity for such a thing to work, or else, chaos would grow upon them.

Before the so called big bang, there existed this realm where only spirits could roam in God's mind.

There were only three laws. The spirits could wither add themselves, divide, or multiply. All the good pleasure in the world without even having to work for it, was all theirs. Neigher living nor dead, they were purely free. 

Imagination and dream were their reality and each one could rule their own world. They lived in dreams where anything was possible.

Anything they imagine would happen to them for real. They lived in the highest state of mind. Until something went wrong in the system. The formula that held everything broke. Dreams shattered, and spirits were trapped.

Everyone should together was broken when the spirits multiplied so many times that, it broke.

The division diluted the unison of spirits, that the almiry power could no longer hold the point together. As a result, matter exploded from the point and the spirits got trapped into the very fundamental level of particles as sub-consciousness.  In this way by default of God every thing was empowered to come together, although the force of matter gave the tendency to repelled everything.

Based upon the different kinds of matter that trapped the souls, feelings of fear, anger, jeaulousy, pain, love, and gracefulness were adapted.

By virtue of God, everything kept of uniting again from atoms to elements and elements to micro and macro molecules, consciousness could exist between matter and soul. 

Thus humans, plants, and other livings by the code conduct of God, the sole purpose became to unite back the matter untill a singularity is reached, and the souls would be free again.