From Bvlgari to Sundari is a journey by itself, so it add's on to my travel series, it's just that the travelling has stopped physically but the quest for the unravelled entwined shyam-sundari provides no rest for the ever more hungry flame-ent(w)ine libertine. The title suggests an unequivocal descent from the pointless to just a Point Less, weird but true, you ll know what i am talking about as you read on..!
The insigntedness is making me oblivious to the material. It is making me understand it from a sub-conscious notion aswell.The riches lie unamassed in pure ecstacy of love and emotion that these materials amass within themselves as visionary sonic olfactory sensual percepts. Characterstics of my sundari, of The Shyam, Of my Shyam-sundari in unison on the same sensual percepts that diffrentiate them so distinctly that the reflection it creates, defying all laws of juxtapositional meanders of the abstract, help me see the inevitable, the real, eventually the beautiful.
The deeper i look within, the better is the meltdown of the materialistic. I want to keep looking at this beauty of the world from the deep comforts of my oftenly occuring insignted perceptuals, the Horizon of the Infinite is on-board Self. The rising of the entwined is liberal to my will, realistic to it's basic nature and conceivable to it's lore.
On an a(u)xillary stand, there rests this energy which want's to rise, but at it's own will. As the master of the tempest, the blizzard of the cause and the saviour of the impendimentor, it rattles the living daylights out of my desire to consciously possess and conceive it. For as i begin to understand the obscure, the ignorance good-riddens.
The naive is dying every single moment for the stand is so static yet. The control is so unvoluntary. The imagination is fuelled by thoughts of provoking the sundar-sundari union again and again just to see if there can be any better combination to the outside and the inside, for as the inside is well under-control to the lovely, bowed in regard and embraced in love, the outside distances are mearely a thought to ponder on the nicities of it's substance and the need to unite. It is this stand-off from where i want to see what the world has to offer from what it had to offer.
lie in your await Calm AQVA...!
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