Thought voiding Time

... The question is why do we think so much?

Is it because our lives are a scripted saga of emotions  strangely responsive to forever changing external stimuli

Well for all I know..our minds won't atleast readily quell the prevaricated bearings of seemingly inferior intellect which we have no ways to trace to any legacy for now without relativity

Additionally... We are party to such grand evolutionary cycles that our cluttered minds with its limited time can't even fathom itself out of its immediate cytoplasmic bound existence

Or is it that our ability to chase a thought back to its origins and to wrestle it down with our reasoning of what we thought could have been the point of its origination isn't exactly where we see the dots being connected either?

Well.. If not then it has got to be somewhere deep in the middle of our sub conscious and conditioned reason, where we probably feel the need to harbour to relativity so that the fear of the unknown doesn't sweep the ground underneath us is where we stop being thoughtless momentarily atleast?

And somewhere from there to when we try to surface up to our sensory cognition, we loose our way and wonder if we are being subjective to our own perceived reality ... This time loosing thoughtlessness one unintended thought every entwine

This ingenuity of flawed perception, this relentless pursuit of subjugation, this sustained degradation of thought, this necessary introspection of benignness leading us to know-where land meets sky kind of horizons always?

Yet grounded to its feet and with eyes glued to this seemingly bottomless horizon of thoughtfullness lies the poor man whose search for freedom from this vestige and this visceral sublimity ...should it come any sooner,  grant  him the courage to raise his vision far beyond the seen, the felt and the known nature of this time bound thought

And still somewhere into this unknown zone  is where the spirit unites with the soul and where the search for anything Unknown far superceeds the search of origin... Outside of our no relating minds and into our super conscious souls... One necessary thought less thought with time voiding time

The good lurking in the dark

There is so much to the spec of light in everyone's heart that looks through the darkness of failures

The individuality of this spec itself is so phantomic that only the ageless soul understand

However there is a statistical anamoly in my life... Some kind of a stagnant thought that keeps tipping the scale even if it is for no reason... of any considerable belief ... On the darker side of things.. Even while the light lasts less longer and the darkness prevails mostly throughout.. speaking strictly Outside of the realm of our earthly rotations

Look.. Let me explain... Our universe is a blanket of darkness for God's sake.. And the brightest of its stars are just specs dimming and shining in the contrast of this darkness... There is a statistical anamoly don't you think

Why would the black holes be eating up all the stars otherwise.. Consider it... Consider it...

So sometimes I think nothing exists in equal parts ever ... spatially if the sum of the collective parts can't ever match up to the whole. .

There is a stagnant thought .. It's just a thought.. not out of a dream... But  from the deepest crevices of the good dark...

Like spots of darkness on a canvas of light . Think Polaroid.. Emptiness of noise ...A negative flash... An inverted equation ..

A celestial glory ... a winning dark

Then there was that

Random as it may sound to its headless instinct
And sought right down below to its deepest precinct

The memory of collective notions from my mindless thoughts
What belligerence it ought not to have forgot to tie some meaningful knots

There is no mastery to ones own limitations to limitless thoughts
Rather there should be some definitions to some kind of an art of this sort

To the Mind's, less in motion and its perpetual existence that carry us lots
Of the meandering dreamy surreality around us and the purposefulness to us glottal bots

Speaking of no spatiality in this contentious clot
There is no sublimation on the planes of whether or not

It has to stop,it has to stop...

Serenity Juxtaposed

Of nature and its infinite void I speak
Of the nature of infinitism I beseek

Of the limited perplexes I seek borned
Of staggered paths i see unite crisscrossed

Of inter transmitorry vibes I combine
Of grand gestures that I divide

Of regulating norms in synchrony I challenge
Of spatiating fractals I seek but don't find

Of serenity and calm I state my mind
Of trying to mark the stark I divide

Of regression in discomfort I confide
Of never too submissive thoughts I chide

Of the simplicit nods that I revise
Of the melancholic odds I so prize

Of curative halves I imbibe
Of reclusive stats I mesmerize

Of serenity ànd calm I state my mind
Of trying to mark the stark I divde

Of the limited dye in which I express my dive
Of the makeshift patterns I identify

Off the surface of serenity I ply
Juxtaposed in intrigue that just won't comply

Nostalgic sublimity

Nostalgia as it happens to be a spiritual sublime
For reflections in the past only happen through time

There is a great essence to this feeling we uprise
There is a subtle sublimity it brings as a prize

Ever so ardent and never so bland it will surprise
For the seakers of begotten times it will never even surmise

The journey back in time is eloquently spewn in times
Where there have been specificities rather untold up for finds

Come let us journey through this magnanimity of a kind
Let us rave through these rocks for we must always grind

The hidden treasure trove of memories lie unwound
For we need our emissaries to throw back on what we confound

Bring in the alibies and let them take a stance
For illusions are to be broken in the light of a chance

Let us spread the joy of the upheaval while we dance
The words come out like a spectacle so let us enhance

Rigidity in motion or callous frigid thoughts
Got to break the moments and make new so they last

Starry night starrrrrry night ...

In the collective humility of stars I thrive
With their burning zest I still survive

Under their radiant twinkling but gentle flares I dance
Knowing the limited fuel I have to last.. I take a chance

within the limitless possibilities of dimensions I travel
With my mind unraveled to the mysteries I marvel

In the ethnic though of the creation I surrender my unison
To this omnipresence I unfathom my intriguing vision

under their radiant twinkling but gentle flares I dance
Knowing the limited fuel I have to last.. I take a chance

There is hardly a night with fewer opportunities entwined
When the turbulent gates of far flung energy sources crystallize in time

In their collective rhythmic accord they shine through the night
Emanating souls into their inter transitory spatial rues with a delight

The aura of a parallel existence is so true I won't even fight
The tripling motion from a dancers feet to seek the truth which is in flight

There is a connection with this entwine in ways that even the genomic unwinds
Starting a spectacular show between sonic showers of never heard frequencies that it finds..

The primaeval story that the stars collectively sing in trance and yet hide
There is no apprehension to the inhibitions it liberates in its stance stride after stride... 

nostalgic glee

We got a juggernaut that's not rolling on its own...bid adieu to your apprehensions my friends as we reconvene here...

 there are no pretences as we reel in nostalgic moments of our serenity ...let your emotions flow in glee ...like a river might into the sea..