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Is Ask an uncommon question.. to make you think .. beyond this stage, beyond these lights,
Beyond this day, beyond this night …. Like an awkward pause in the melody and harmony and laughter
and the overwhelming desire to live another day to the fullest, every drop of caprice and ecstasy to be
soaked in the tingling neurons running sporadic simulations to complete the circuit of the present,
A moment to live , now ..it’s now only ..and forget the bygone , forget the awaiting ..to be a beautiful
moment stranded in timeless eternity …
THe moonlight and shadows seem an altogether different reality from this felicity choked theatre room
.. the echoes and repercussions hide the swish from the wings of a midnight finch or an insomniac raven
Just like the streetlights scattered on a dynamic city bosom carefully cloak the dim light from
Andromeda …. Countless novas giving birth to stellar giants , supernovas dying in mute prayers to the
cosmos from the deep fear of oblivion, sheer brilliant photons bursting out with the hope of being
remembered in significant unawareness or insignificant consciousness …
We cannot merge the two .. they are not fragments from the same puzzle ..a reality to relish ..and a
reality to ponder ..are like fermions that cannot be accomodated in the same cognition state ….
Yet , I think, and it’s solely a personal belief, we are the most worthy forms of existence( I havwe no
proof though .. of course ..maybe im just biased ) , at least in our own corner of the universe, in our
own inflationary bubble , and the ability we have acquired, through evolution, to think, to question, to
doubt the rerality we ourseleves exist in …if we evoke a creator, just for the sake of discussion here , I
,again, personally , belief we have exceeded his or her or its expectations ..
And we will go far, individually, as a race … and the sad truth is that , still there are counttless men ,
women, who struggle too much just to provide themselves with the basic needs of food, shelter, clothes
..life ..to even have the opportunity to think.. thoughts are a luxury to them.. and I know utopia is
impossible , it will never be ..but if even the Syrian child could look up at the sky and smile and the old
blind woman at our gate no 2 ..could hear the midnight symphony of crickets chirping and just sigh in
content ..that would’ve been beautiful..
Whatever ..i have wasted some time …im sorry ..but if I could make even some of you wonder for a
second … that’s all ……
Let’s move on ..the only way is forward ..time symmetry is broken in macroscopic world ..and we should
be grateful ..and if it was not , even if causality were not a restraint , we wouldve ,messed up trying to
change the past ..im sure ..
So let’s move on …