Few words
Inspiration, purely a boggle, surprises you, daunts you and
steers you to a level of unstable transition, temporary it is and even better
is the very beauty of muggles - born
to love all that lasts never so long unless you know how to see yourself in
mirror and smile when you actually see yourself to find your reflection smile,
so then, before you get inspired and befuddled by my excellent writing and yet,
so honest I am to tell you, how worst writer I am but still, I assure you, the
factors do not abut and why should they for, when they do, they make you look
good, and that, so quick, they ensnare your senses to leave you believing the
hoaxes – you feel proud to listen to Kaku the great, or the-one-on-the-wheels
who need no god – professor Arrogonto, the English lord who knows not the sum
he owes to Almighty and yet he knows everything because they say so – the best they can do; and so he came to me the other
day, his face calm as it should be, trying to leave some bit in mine, and yes
he tried somewhat to try but all in vain for, I am shielded with mercy of good,
and the his bows of pities wrapped in paralysis could be no good, unlike for
them, to surpass my soul educated from he who knows all that he knows, and,
some say, he knows nothing and so he knows - the worthlessness of the inverted
cauldron (that ‘can’ fill and yet cannot), the aesthetic beauty of doing
and not amalgamating with ‘for’, for, ‘for’
shall bring with it a grave destruction of unmatched equivalency – destruction of
values of morality and dutifulness thus inviting the lord on the ‘loka’ of
death to stab the beasts with their own fangs and yet, the bad survives because
of Lord himself – the most merciful, the most compassionate, to conserve an
equilibrium of no entropy (how good it is) except for the parts that rest
within, subjected to the obvious fate - the ultimate truth except for the
conservation itself or maybe not ( I can’t know) but he knows all and wants us
to know the fragrances we search in alien
thoughts is hidden somewhere inside us and the true way to know is to try, for,
he is all yours and he is in you so try to try and if you do with all your
hearts, fate pays you back – fate is amendable and hence worthless to grieve,
fate is anything and hence nothing – a sheet of feeble plasticity proved, my
friends, by HE himself – he who has nothing he cannot and yet he does and all
these years he ding-dongs your soul, and yet repellent you are – the aid of
entropy, you care not and why should you, but he comes and comes again to bless
your soul, to fill it up; the hurdle, my friend, the only hurdle is to get your
cauldron erect.
wow!!
ReplyDeleteLet's add "quintessential writer" in your list too. (You know what list I'm talking about)
ReplyDeleteLet's add "quintessential writer" in your list too. (You know what list I'm talking about)
ReplyDeletehow good is this, hey and no full stop
ReplyDeletewohohohoho .. ghost ship jastai cha
ReplyDeleteThe FUTEBOLRECREATIVO liked your text.
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ReplyDeleteJust can't get enough of this article, Ranish.
ReplyDeleteJust can't get enough of this article, Ranish.
ReplyDeleteits just that our volition is inspiration of those who express themselves; and he who expresses much, to me, is a fake. So my thought is that our inspiration should me the lord almighty and none else for he is the ultimate truth
ReplyDeleteand expressing is meant in a sense that they talk more than they try to work - they run TV shows and other rubbish, they try to make layman understand physics and claim that their life is devoted to educating them . clearly you cannot 'educate' them, just you can do is train them. fame is a bad thing, if you cannot handle it. Same is the problem with michio kaku, hawking etc.
ReplyDeleteRanish, this is awesome, and I JUST CAN'T STOP SAYING IT!!!
ReplyDeletethnx priya, we are always delighted by your constant support!
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