On the edge...

Have you ever been on the edge? On the verge of giving up? But somehow not given up yet?
There is something that prevents you from falling of. Something that pulls you. It's the summary of your life. The summary which despite of some misfortunes turns out to be good, and to be attractive enough to pull you back.

Alive till i die

Today i made a pact,
a pact with god.
That i will be alive,
alive till i die.
I see people walking down the street,
streets supposedly live and abuzz,
are really filled with ghost of people.
People who were once alive and ambitious,
are now just working machines.
Their ambitions take a backs seat,
as reality kicks in.
Their virtues,their principle's forgotten like a distant memory,
as practicality replaces them.
What is the use of such an existence?
What are they but dead?
Heavens forbid if i were to become like that.
I would die rather than become like that,
for what are they but dead?
For i have a pact with god, 
that i will be alive.
Alive till i die.

Pain...

"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional"

I really agree with the thought above, if you don't want to suffer nobody can force you to suffer. So question is not whether the thought is right or not the question is why pain is inevitable? Why would god who loves all of us will give us pain?

I don't know the 'right' answer to this but what I believe is that if there were no suffering, people would not know the pleasure of happiness. If there is no suffering than what would the use of pleasure? It will be the same as everyday life. If everybody has everything then people will stop striving for more. There will be no more dreams of becoming successful resulting in a lot of hard work, people will stop working. There will be no advances, no evolution which is strictly against the laws of nature. Any species that remains static will be wiped out.

So basically a perfect world wouldn't be so perfect after all.

Revenge.....

Blasted, burned down to ashes that was the state of his house and who was he, an ordinary man who had refused to part in a riot between two religion. His whole house was burned down by his own neighbors who until yesterday called him Mr. Proffesor. Those neighbors who celebrated festivals with him and his family, had today burned down his house with his family in it.
His crime ; he looked beyond the divisions of religion. What was a point of a riot on the name of religion, when by doing so you stop following the greatest religion of all: Humanity?

Mr. Proffesor was broken beyond repair. He had lost everything. He didn't cared if he lived or died. There was only one thing on his mind; revenge. He knew it wasn't the fault of the followers but of the leaders. Leaders who sat in their comfortable homes while their followers destroy lives of innocents. These Leaders had nothing to fear, the police was already theirs, the people followed them. The only person they feared or in fact any person in the seat of power fears is the one who has nothing to lose and Proffesor was that person..... (to be continued)

Eternal

Eternal, a word worth seven words describing something that is beyond time, something time even respects. There are a few moments that can last eternal. The first time in an airplane or jumping from a bridge with just a rubber rope attached or standing just on the edge one step away from falling. The beauty of eternal is you remember every detail of it. Your reaction, the direction of wind, the scenery, the place, time everything is stored in one's mind for an eternity. It is not the thing itself that makes it eternal but the person who experience it because the the moment might pass but it always remain in the person's memory.

Lost...

Sometimes when i am free, i sit down and ponder over my thoughts. Sometimes i feel lost...not literally but metaphorically. I start asking myself the fundamental questions of life. Why do we exist? What is the reason of our apparently meaningless existence? And after wasting hours on this question and eventually feeling nothing but empty, I have realized that we are not suppose to ponder over the meaning of our existence but to give our existence a meaning....

Eagle...

Today i happen to be at my roof and looked up. Their was a group of eagles circling above.I was fascinated by them. Circling in a circle,no order, no rules, no attachments, no emotions. Then the thought crossed my mind that what wouldn't someone give to be like them when he is broken. When he was having a perfect life, which was snatched from him. What wouldn't one give to not feel the pain of loosing things that were near heart and...his heart itself.