Was wondering about the reason for which I ponder all the time. What is that thing in me which sieves through every grain of thoughts and brings me to the finest of all perceptions. The basic Atom, which makes them all and then I can perceive in so many different ways and for me then for and against becomes a game where I play the to be and not to be. But then why do I need to do this all ? I could have just done what all wise do or lesser wiser, if that hurt your glasshouse ego, but then a useless too finds a survival without scrutiny, what is then asthma then? The bronchitis which makes me bleed when the dust of unknown is gulped down, its so unbearable all this while. Time has no meaning to me for I am always at the same point, Who am I?
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 03:53:10 +0000
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