Demiurgic

 Flesh- a mere part of human body in precise  A word that holds  truths and    lies.  A meaning that bear taboos and prejudice.  They call it flesh, I shriek it a blessing in disguise.  They stain it dirty, I fleck it as enduring relies and prise.  For it is the skin we live with and live on It kept the cell alive on our mother's womb on it's own.  It bore the pain of tearing apart for us to be born.  It saw blood , cuts and bruises still never left us in vain.  We ignored it but it never did  We blamed it for our miseries that we own to   Though it sheltered us from the trap we fell into.  We shattered it every minute mentally .  Though it stood as our immunity against threat that arouse physically.  For all the unasked flair it gifted us We gifted it back with curse .  In the earthly dais of race to uphold the material beauty in rise.  For once , at least endeavour it with lov...

Exploring the depths of vivid fantasy, mystery and spiritual genres are one of my favourite past time and while doing that one such book caught the spark of my eyes which is Brida, written by the greatest maestro of story telling -Paulo Coelho.  The novel is based on a true story of an enthral beauty, young Irish girl -Brida who embarks her journey to seek the truth of her life , and this desire leads her to the need of learning magic which is said to be the key to every closed door of mystery that wraps life. As she on set her journey, many great men of wisdom and courage lights the routes to her destination such as Magus, a forest dweller who taught her to overcome her fears and to trust the greatness of the world through the tradition of sun. Afterwards , she finds a teacher for herself - Wicca, who made her aware of her true identity and witch craft by dancing to the hidden music of the world . Thus she understands that every soul appears in this world for a special reas...

 "Every coin has two sides" it said, so is the world around , everything is two faced for instance let us place rain as the matter.  What do you feel when rain transpire?  For me when the enchanting drop of rain drips to meet it's destiny along a silky lil breeze to quench the never ending thirst of the swollen earth, it awakens the long forgotten memories of some blissful moments which was sleeping quietly in the abode of my heart . It ignites the memory of my school days, four in an umbrella, drenched in the rain no matter what fun ,chatter and giggles were all that muttered. It afresh the sights of the nostalgic aroma of childhood me who relished rain for not having to attend school besides sat in the comfy sofa in my home, watching my favourite show be it be Disney , Pogo or CNC. Now when it rains, it makes me realise that how relaxed I am as I tickle the long gone days of my life endowing life to the vigour less pages that lie blank here.  I guess some of you mi...

                                                                                                Dear! Snape, you were among the dark but still was a spark of light in solitude.You made me fall in love with your gray character. Being misunderstood throughout your life , I definitely got a pinch of sympathy for you but that doesn't completely spill my love for you instead I love you for who you are -witty, full of anguish, anger yet the most beautiful soul in Hogwarts. The only reason you lived for was to protect Harry. You couldn't protect your Lily so died to save her lil Potter. I don't know, I haven't ever read or heard about someone ever before who loved like you, who died for love like you though Lily loved someone else. No one can ever place an e...

                   Be your own shore to walk through all life.  The milestone  that you reach for and keeps you alive.   Be the reason for your own happiness.  The one who conciliate your life at its peaked ness.  Be the door of your own life and the keeper of every inch of it. The soul and every unit of soul within you that lit.  Be the holder of your own life.  To keep your dreams alive  To an eternity to live for  For every hour like eternity that pour.  @anu__anil.

 Imagine yourself to be in a state where two of your  best friends turn out to be the toughest enemies of  each other and you can't choose one from them. It  will be a great headache. Isn't it? You will have to  deal with two extreme opinions while taking a  decision. But are you aware that apart from  imagination most of us are dealing with that  dilemma on a daily basis?  Confused? Don't be. I'm talking about the two best friends that we carry in our own body which is the rational being brain and the emotional being heart.  Sometimes heart yells at you to do something because you love it and on the other hand brain pour all the logic that has ever existed from the beginning of the universe to stop you from doing it and on some other day heart will become strict and stop you from spilling something by  spreading out all the emotional consequences of it and meanwhile, brain will act so smart and compel you to do it.  ...

 I don't know how I convince my mind  to sleep every night.   With the scars that yells,  between the doom of sleep and sleeplessness.   For sleep is an escape   sleeplessness a reality,   we never induce.   The memory of scars,   the present in scars,   the future by scars,   wake up.   While the silence wanders around   in the dark light of awakening.   For I believe sleep an illusion ,   an escape from the reality.    @anu__anil.        

  Twelve years of heaven,  Everyone exclaimed!  A beautiful part of  their lives,  Everyone rejoiced!  Alas! For me it wasn't just a severn That could hold my heaven.  I pleaded with a sense of happiness  That led to a melancholy of glumness.  It wasn't just a 'part' of my life ,  Indeed it was my life in an abound of hive.  That engendered light  Through the darkest of my plight.  Indeed it was everything that my soul ever craved for Everything that I could never ignore.  Twelve years it said  Eternal bliss I remarked.  For it can't be replaced for anything worth that may come in my way  It's the only reflection of  life that I want to capture in  my bay.  For it moves me further though it lies in the rear  Showing me the path that I need to move further.  I shall tell you and tell you everytime  Neither anything meant nor can mean this sublime.  I love this place to ...