With all its hate and fear.. It’s still a beautiful world! I’m a cynical optimist, an agnostic believer, a radical Gandhian…
Yes, I’m one of those painstakingly contrived simple oxymorons…
In moments of clear lucidity it occurs to me that life is fragile yes, but a brilliantly contrived design. It keeps morphing and evolving and throwing me into those various dimensions of dyslexic patterns that adorn the caverns of my mind…
They might be part of an all important blue print, but to me its patterns colors and textures before it all dissolves into a murky darkness. Several delusions have passed me by leaving in its wake an intense sense of faith that the answers that I’ve been seeking have been given to me already.
Several men of varied spiritual belief have taught me the philosophies of karma, pre-design, moksha, heaven, nirvana, purgatory and so on…
But no one can answer the question why?
Therefore, it’s easier for me to accept that as long as I do not hurt anyone physically or emotionally, I’m in good shape.
Now, hurt is one thing hate is another. I like to hate.
I hate it when children are stripped of their innocence; I hate people who cause mass destruction. I hate to see kids in rehab coz no one cared in time; I hate it when I’m not able to understand why; I hate to see the tangle of the scheme of things… Some times I hate to like too… maybe I’ll tell you about it someday… I play my part, write my thought, love when I feel loved and hate what I want to.
Non-Conformist I may be..but I do confirm to the fact that every minute that slips away is one step closer to the moment when I shall learn the ultimate truth.
Until then, this recondite scribe shall learn to unlearn!
The recondite scribe….may thou tribe grow!
Life cant be contrived….it is out there!
Upto us to grab hold of whatever co-ordinates of time and space is ours and fit in! Liking to hate it or hating to like it…..the words and the stringing ….thou have createth a veritable garland of contrived ecstasy? Ok…before I fall into the murky darkness…let me stumble out of here….Kudos punching bag….go …string some more!
The recondite scribe….may thou tribe grow!
Life cant be contrived….it is out there!
Upto us to grab hold of whatever co-ordinates of time and space is ours and fit in! Liking to hate it or hating to like it…..the words and the stringing ….thou have createth a veritable garland of contrived ecstasy? Ok…before I fall into the murky darkness…let me stumble out of here….Kudos punching bag….go …string some more!
Recondite scribe…you are getting fans to your writing! You write like a dream. Keep writing!!
Love love your header pic
and may i rest here upon your easy words??
i think i love them already~
you’re now a part of my blogroll,
do come back over and indulge in me more;)
I guess you are from my state going by your blog roll list Mazhaikathlan ..
Your intro is good.
Ravi: Am I?
Thank You Ravi!
Just happened upon your blog. I’m fascinated and I like your writing style. Thanks for sharing.
Thank You Era!
Please do drop in more often!
Very well said. I really like your writing style. I look forward to reading more.
Hi Starla, It’s lovely of you to stop by! I’m glad you like it!
Surfing the waves of the web I am pleasantly stranded in your interesting blog.
I write under the pseudonym of Josè Pascal (a descendant of the great Colonel Aureliano Buendía).
I invite you to visit my “italianglish” writing blog http://parolesemplici.wordpress.com/mytinbox/.
I define this blog “In parole Semplici” as a “virtuacultural tin” box where they are guarded thoughts, memories, images, sounds, and simple stories”.
I dream an intercultural blog. Already involves more than 100 authors/friends.
If you want to participate and to have more informations send me a letter to inparolesempli@gmail.com
Good life and I hope to soon