Common Sense

God didn't give me conscious............Consciousness is just 'Evolved Commonsense'.

Abstraction

I have a understanding of abstract paintings....They are like our lives.....If we see the bold application of colors closely it appears utter chaos and full of complications...But if we step back a bit far....We see the real beauty of it...and the fun part is that every time you look at it it gives a different experience..Stepping back a bit helps us understand were we are and lets enjoy the situation..Complications and problems wont leave us if we keep staring at it closely....Life and abstract paintings are full of new experiences....if we get attached to one experience we will miss out the new which are yet to come....we just have to be strong enough to let go....its just pure Awesomeness.

Understanding Art

Art is overrated by people who don’t understand it, and underrated by people who ignore it.

Its a Paradox

Identity is momentary, by the time we understand a single fragment of what we are
it disappears. life is overrated and the simple reason is that we are terrified of death.
 
We think the change in ourselves happens by knowing what we are, but the real change is in zero attempt.
why fear ourselves of whatever hits us..isn't that the perfect you..the so called twilight of your identity that is about to change.
 
We are just a grain of sand in the endless desert..were we always try to think, that we are something different..until the deathblow hits you.
does change or is change really important where the very definition cannot keep the mark of itself..is chaos required in life, when nothing really matters.

is the ultimate way to live our live is being stagnant..were we have enough hurricane in ourselves..were our questions never ending adapt some more of the fake reality. are we ever going to 
stop questioning.

Isn't this world a Paradox..

Existence

You survive when you live,
your existence lives with you.
we are just a fragment,
which can be easily erased.
because every experience is just a memory.
i fear loosing my dreams, my thoughts, my self with it.
not because i fear dying,
but because then,.....I Wont Exist.

Revolution

I reached a place where i felt all dead,
with all the pressure my life wasn't spared.
i tried hard but was blinded by something,
then there was a spark which enlightened everything.

i felt collapsed breaking brick by brick,
there was raging chaos all dwelled in me.
everything good thing in me backfired like a freak,
but i had to fall for my revolution to be.

Life Loves Death

As Black as i am Beneath,
More True is the Darkness for Me,
To see how Dark it could be,
Won't Regret living this Eternally,
Mirrors can't take over my Identity,
Even Life has Hatred towards Immortality..

Realization

revolution happens its not made,
evolution exists it ain't said.
we live we die nobody cares,
no need to change the world,
The World has its own trade.

Vague Anger

uncertain as usual,now frustrated too
unexplainable thoughts nothing to prove
people are with me but i am with no one
lost in a black hole looking for fun.

i was wandering before but not like this
walls of mirrors high falling cliffs
will falling help me clear my mind
would blinded eyes show me whats divine.

twisted feelings recasting old mess
clowny brain with darkness over my chest
deep down i am happy to have such friends and family
i hope they understand my sacrifice to be me.

struggling hard to get everything out
no pain to bare no fear to shout
i need this phaze to be eradicated right now
never gave up never would i bow..

Loner

Not a single thing in my mind right now,
blank as usual no reaction towards the world,
trying hard to ideate and sow,
Intending  to be free like a bird.

i am not weakened or frustrated in life,
this is what my brain says to myself,
at least i have my body by my side,
screaming at myself till my soul turns deaf.

i am by myself better wen im alone,
but not wen i am dead stoned,
accepting the fact of swimming against the flow,
might not help if you are hitting your head bone.

none of my writes make no sense,thats good at a certain
point coz nobody knows where the story ends....

The Cannibal

I hate myself,
this is what the angel in me says.
when would my demons fade,
coz i dont want to live my life in disgrace.

what is inside my mind,
i couldn't confess to myself,
if god would have existed,
would have made me suffered 7 lives straight.

good and bad are too different personalities,
both are stable at their ends, i am twisted in their immortality,
my head should be eaten alive,
to experience the bliss of innocence.

there are times when i feel like shooting myself,
my head is a crap hole to all the divine,
i think we all have a daemon in ourselves,
i tried to kill him but he ain't fragile.

Quiz

craving for answers which we don't have,
disturbed by ourselves and questions full of sack,
trying to dig up new questions every moment we strive,
life is not a quiz it should be lived not survived.

neglecting my thoughts they call me insane,
i assure you that i wont die the same,
start looking at things the way they are,
you might seek truth looking at your old scar...

Making No Sense

Thunder rain lightning storm,
my soul is singing unwanted songs,
if life is real death is too,
then my perception is reigning through.
 
Demons angels devil god,
they all will cry when they fall,
dwelled in madness they all force in,
when we stop being good or commit no sin.

for me there is no heaven nor hell,
coz i have started living in death itself,
father mother brother sister aunt,
we lookout for each other coz we are born brain washed.
 
Don't believe in what i say or I've said,
coz i am delusional and see colors fade,
pain between the eyes my brain's spinning too,
you too may not exist,if what i have written resembles you....

Beliefs

The concept of humans has been evolving through,
just believe in what you feel is true.
the past and the future are both fictitious,
only memories and desires making present obnoxious.

time was 24ized by us humans,
measuring everything to put limitations.
trying to take everything in control,
fooling ourselves by believing what is told.

we sleep to have a reset,
making decisions on what was earlier said.
digging past to be relevant towards life,
i say we are just a vague contradictory sight.