“Masquerade of scripted lives,
A perfect play unfolds.
Masquerade of scripted...
Strings are being pulled.
Masquerade of…
Awakened to the truth.”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“THE PATTERNS - A HAIKU
Seven colors dance,
Random thoughts in time and space,
Patterns form our world.”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“Yes the realities of life so cold,
So cowardly, so ready to betray,
So stinted in the measure of their grace
As we pronounce them, doing them much wrong,
Have been to me more bountiful than hope,
Less timid than desire—but that is passed.”
Source: The Recluse
“Everything has a frequency, that's why images, smells, sounds, tastes, touch and words are spells.”
“Girls- some of them are annoying”
“Born in his circumstances, would my thoughts change?
Or echo his views, radical and strange?
Unbelievable, yet a question that's clear,
Does environment shape the beliefs, we hold so dear?”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“If I must recall each breath's dance,
Like heart's steady beat in life's expanse.
Just like my pulse, am I but a part?
Serving life's rhythm, making this art.
Woven together, skillfully entwined
Am I but a thread, in this grand design?”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“REALITY - A HAIKU
All that's seen is art,
You and I color this world.
Art's heart, beats in all.”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“THE SCREEN - A HAIKU
Screen holds, tales of time,
Past and future's dance unfolds,
Who observes this screen?”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“I did give serious thought to the notion of rowing out beyond the breakers on the night on which my house was burning to the ground, actually, once it had struck me to wonder from how far out the flames might be seen.
Doubtless I would not have rowed nearly far enough, even if I had gone, since one would have surely had to row all the way beyond the horizon itself.
For that matter one might have actually been able to row as far as to where one was out of sight of the flames altogether, and yet still have been seeing the glow against the clouds.
Which is to say that one would have then been seeing the fire upside down, so to speak.
And not even the fire, but only an image of the fire.
Possibly there were no clouds, however.
And in either case I no longer had a rowboat.”
Source: Wittgenstein’s Mistress