Glimpses of reality

There are few movements in life, in which we found ourself different, we are not the one whom we belived to be, not the one we are trying to prove day by day with pride. We are just another struggler of this complex world but falling to a imaginary world ,where we thought we leaves. This are movements of realisations in, we find ourself standing in the right shoes. It is a look of reconsideration, a way of looking back into our own life and learning form it. One is lucky if he has such movements in his life, this is the movement in which we know who really we are and can feels the heavy weight of ego falls down from us.
A lot of times we falls into this beautifull day dreams . Dreams that projects our ambitions ,as inner visions. But they are just illusions of our tricky mind. This merages make us think and belive that, the people around us are thinking in the way we want, and starts to judging them wrongly. This projections actual guide us into the shadows of great sorrow, and we will just wake towards it like a insect flying towards a candle light ,thinking thats the path of his destiny . But this candles will burn out themself in no time. In this burn outs we can feels loneliness with a silent pain. A pain actualy the crying of our most beautifull dreams. which is burning in the fire of reality. Only those who ready to learn from this layers of emotional cycling can find the real light, which will not out in the wind like a candle.
We are like blocks that fills up to build a huge structure, each and every block has its own importants and also seems unimportant from outside. Understand the position of your block and strengthen it, so that you't fall apart from the structure. That's the art of leaving . You can find lots of other blocks resting on your support ,and you yourself under other's support. No need feel ashamed for this, it just the way of creation ,a way to gain equilibrium in the world. All you have to do is to find your equilibrium and learn to flow according to the current..

Writing is a path..

I always wanted to write as beautful as the, heavenly rain falls. I dreament of flowing freely the rivers, expresing my feeling and thoughts. I wants to reach the wastness of the ocean and be the real me inside.
But when started I found that, my thoughts begans scatater like a rain drop that falls over a rughf floor. More of them falls, making me unable to focus. The more I tries the more confusing the world become..

But i do collected, a few for them, a few that I never let it go, a few that hurts me with a love pain , and put it in safe ...


Here..