At different phases of human life there comes a time when the will to live , the fear of death, grief of past , resentments, anger all become numb.
It's all solitude and peace.

-

State of accepting the unexpected is far more complicated to survive in this brutal reality. Those moments in time finds a permanent place in your subconscious where imagination rules the lies and truths.
Collision and submersion of reality into hidden realms of unknown truths.
And
People go on living with the same monotonous.

-

With passage of time you evolve with your surroundings to gain a global consciousness , a much wider understanding of the world you're bought in. Then either you fall for the Bait and become one among or question and resist. The latter makes you wonder to the deepest of hidden realms. As it becomes so complicated that there's no yes or no or right or wrong. Questioning one's individuality , detaching from the conventional. You question the authority for their wisdom , the benchmark , the criteria. Questioning your very own existence. Was human evolution a conspiracy or are we a part of an experiment conducted ample time ago by some aliens.

-

That deep droplets rhyming insanely
That mouth muttered to me
That United past vanished consciously
Known before time , without fear
Colliding with the present , submerging in the abstract..
That conventional connectivity will be lost somewhere in my subconscious...
Traveling to different parallel worlds...
The absence doesn't make a difference but it keeps reminding me of her presence...

-

She doesn't cry infront of anyone
Reflecting unhealed scars in her soul
Afraid and deny to look at mirror
A face that always smile
Like a withered tree ,all fallen leaves
But still standing....

-

Human is the only animal enslave of money and fame.
No other animal shows similar behaviour.

-

Sadness is so deep that it awakened the wisdom inside of me.
Pain is so harsh that it encountered me the truth.
Aloofness is so scary that it taught me to live without support.
Life is not easy but it taught me to go on till the end.

-

What colour am I ?

Do one really deserve what one truly gets or desire...
Does escaping the societal norms
what makes one alienated...
Does people belonging to particular domain of orthodox mentality are people what comprise society...
Am I the one judging them too ...
Or success failures are inbuild ideological beliefs of conservative groups...
Is it true that this interconnected web's what decides are tracks...
Do we all have complex personalities which gives different impression to different people at different time...
Is this the basis for our judgement...
Are we all corrupted in our thoughts carrying different perspectives...
Do we really have that higher wisdom for differentiating right and wrong...
Do we experience the untold or believe what's prooved...
Do we dig for the reason or travel with time with blindfolded facts...
Does time tell the truth or it's teaching something to souls...
Do we really travel across ages to get a human form...
Am I the only one experiencing existancial crises watching aurora polaris...

-

Building illusions of different
futures in my subconscious
Seems like living in parallel worlds
Where I'm far from myself
Searching for reason for liveliness
Where I'm on my own
Living with imaginary clones
Where reality is what's orthodox
Truth rides somewhere between
Understanding and intelligence
Where plenty of generations crave
higher wisdom and education,
Where everyone's silent and aloof
From bottom of their souls
Depressed about unaccomplished goals
Stuck where living is surviving I see
Holding my breath I opened my eyes
It was my subconscious who took me into this dream
Or Cosmos just sent a signal from my future
Am I fully conscious or something just went out of me?

-

And then we followed it into
the worst of all darkest consequences,
Rests with that universal bound energy,
Untouched, unspoken, unheard,
Not a mystery but
an essence that's never felt,
Like water droplets all mingled but resting into the depths of oceans , sometimes forming pearls,
Extreme edge of that void
which cannot be seen,
The extent of not knowing
the unknown,or
A song that remains within us forever,
So frazile, so delicate ,
can be forgiven but can't forget,
That vaccum holds everything
within you,
Just like the grief of a ghost ,
Unconveyed or misunderstood ,
it remains forever but
no one knows.

-