300 metres of road extending in front of you.
frilled by trees golden and brown..
textured asphalt marking its presence from beneath the rusty foliage
its been a while since black rubber last kissed his feet
not even the commonest barking animal is seen around anywhere
you, are standing there, pointlessly gazing at the whole beauty that nature has painted over there, on that dirty piece of canvas, over all that had once existed there, including the textured artificiality. you are not a poet, just a typical human, lets say man, marking his presence through his physical existance at present, for ur thoughts have let left you times ago, in the meadows unseen and pleasures forbidden.
the point is, somehow, man has lost one of his intrinsic properties. explore the wilds and u will find it, the thing tht was irradicated from human civilisation, in its deadliest best, in the animal kingdom - the ultimate factor that decides the leader or the head of the clan- its nothing but Individuality.
the present situation is that man owes his existance to friend circle and groupism. his world is surrounded by friends who guage him by the gang he belongs to. and he himself marks his presence as the representative of a group of men, to whom he owes years of branded slavery, and to whom he lost his brain, thought and nature permanently in the bargain he fought for - the mazy bargain where they throw you with Golden Peanuts on your eye, each time you care to get a better view.
by the way, mutation is real, moreover, its been claimed as one of the laws of nature. there's no reason to disbelieve it. or if u do, I invite you for a face off with me. back to the 300 m road- considering my natural instincts, i would have walked alone right through the middle of it, observing each and every single detail of it- through all the intricarte microfibrils of tenderness within which beauty found for herself a place to condense into a honeydew sleep; and would preserve them in memory with the same care and tenderness with which they were created.
trust me, loneliness is bliss- you just dont know it, or you dont care to.
but did u notice what the man did? his real self centrifuged out of him and started floating.
even while being in the midst of what could be possibly the star-studded centrestage of the paradise conferred to loneliness-personified, by mother nature herself, he is craving for a companion, a friend or his love. and that exactly is what I would define as insecurity. loneliness is a conservative girl, so reserved in her feelings that you just can't know her unless you deleberately want her.
involuntarily, the man desires a feel of having somebody with him anytime -even for an act of joy or smile, he needs company. I would like to ask the man one question- how much can he imbibe into him from the impressively infinite world around him, when he is so absorbed into the bubble which he is in, never out of and never been out of before, in his lifetime??
man was pre-assumed as a social being, and soon later, misinterpreted as the one who he lives in a cloud- a cloud that he carries with him, a cloud that houses several other components of a complete man- a cloud of mass action or literally, an assembly; which unfortunately volatilizes his individuality part by part by channelising himself into a form that is generally accepted. more wield is the part where the third person from the society actually accepts him, whereas stamps the mark of a rebel or a lone-wolf on an independent man. they just dont know the difference. they dont care to.
mutation has lead man to the brink of an optical illusion of stairs leading into nowhere.the man will still continue to laugh and make merry as he has always done, because he doesn't see the outsides, he just sees the insides of the bubble that he is in. and he thinks thats what the world means.
man by definition has become so shallow and subtle. isn't he!
frilled by trees golden and brown..
textured asphalt marking its presence from beneath the rusty foliage
its been a while since black rubber last kissed his feet
not even the commonest barking animal is seen around anywhere
you, are standing there, pointlessly gazing at the whole beauty that nature has painted over there, on that dirty piece of canvas, over all that had once existed there, including the textured artificiality. you are not a poet, just a typical human, lets say man, marking his presence through his physical existance at present, for ur thoughts have let left you times ago, in the meadows unseen and pleasures forbidden.
the point is, somehow, man has lost one of his intrinsic properties. explore the wilds and u will find it, the thing tht was irradicated from human civilisation, in its deadliest best, in the animal kingdom - the ultimate factor that decides the leader or the head of the clan- its nothing but Individuality.
the present situation is that man owes his existance to friend circle and groupism. his world is surrounded by friends who guage him by the gang he belongs to. and he himself marks his presence as the representative of a group of men, to whom he owes years of branded slavery, and to whom he lost his brain, thought and nature permanently in the bargain he fought for - the mazy bargain where they throw you with Golden Peanuts on your eye, each time you care to get a better view.
by the way, mutation is real, moreover, its been claimed as one of the laws of nature. there's no reason to disbelieve it. or if u do, I invite you for a face off with me. back to the 300 m road- considering my natural instincts, i would have walked alone right through the middle of it, observing each and every single detail of it- through all the intricarte microfibrils of tenderness within which beauty found for herself a place to condense into a honeydew sleep; and would preserve them in memory with the same care and tenderness with which they were created.
trust me, loneliness is bliss- you just dont know it, or you dont care to.
but did u notice what the man did? his real self centrifuged out of him and started floating.
even while being in the midst of what could be possibly the star-studded centrestage of the paradise conferred to loneliness-personified, by mother nature herself, he is craving for a companion, a friend or his love. and that exactly is what I would define as insecurity. loneliness is a conservative girl, so reserved in her feelings that you just can't know her unless you deleberately want her.
involuntarily, the man desires a feel of having somebody with him anytime -even for an act of joy or smile, he needs company. I would like to ask the man one question- how much can he imbibe into him from the impressively infinite world around him, when he is so absorbed into the bubble which he is in, never out of and never been out of before, in his lifetime??
man was pre-assumed as a social being, and soon later, misinterpreted as the one who he lives in a cloud- a cloud that he carries with him, a cloud that houses several other components of a complete man- a cloud of mass action or literally, an assembly; which unfortunately volatilizes his individuality part by part by channelising himself into a form that is generally accepted. more wield is the part where the third person from the society actually accepts him, whereas stamps the mark of a rebel or a lone-wolf on an independent man. they just dont know the difference. they dont care to.
mutation has lead man to the brink of an optical illusion of stairs leading into nowhere.the man will still continue to laugh and make merry as he has always done, because he doesn't see the outsides, he just sees the insides of the bubble that he is in. and he thinks thats what the world means.
man by definition has become so shallow and subtle. isn't he!
Indeed.
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