Memories have stated haunting like anything. It is by now becoming irresistible I am not able to withstand the pressure of past,the heat of present, the suspense of future.
Life is a journey across time-line. It is a race against probabilities. The more I tried to reconcile , the more complicated equations started emerging, None of the curves were really identical. Each matrix ,i tried answered much less and popped in more riddle type questions in front of whole of my being.
In fact different dimensions revealed themselves before my own different faces (Planes). I saw my own faces , each of the question I attempted became a separate mirror.
The whole of mine-self is still unknown to me, but I saw several questions hovering around still most never challenged me or I purposefully avoided them or I failed to face them. Nevertheless those questions are essentially mine, before me and so I concluded those questions came before whole of mine-self most of which I still do not know. Questions are never afraid of anything.Whether we attempt them, answer them, avoid them?; the choice is ours.
Questions challenge individual, groups, society and even time. Time alone answers each question but then time takes its own time to answer.
The is neither any fixed pattern of question, nor any schedule of their arrival and surprisingly the frequency is most erratic. The shape ,size, volume,intensity, velocity, intrinsic value etc. of questions coming out is most un-organised and unstable. These questions have rigidity and flexibility both at a time. Some times they compete,at other moment they supplement. They emerge with apperent options, in interchangable formats and at times like a dark horse or really clue less.
Memories create questions. Values, natural or created .pose questions. Likewise there are innumerable parameters of answers. Neither questions are even nor answers are straight.Uncertainties loom large. Clouds are hovering around. Some time darkness is so thick that a question though present, is not perceived, appears not visible.It is really difficult to penetrate across the prism.Shades and shadows are the other problems- either my own or the reflections. Noiseless intense sound within self again obstructs concentration and creates ripples. Echos around and bushy memories, dusty shadows, opaque vision,
But there is always hope. Memories have a glittering edge- a rosy destination- may be unknown to me.
Life is a journey across time-line. It is a race against probabilities. The more I tried to reconcile , the more complicated equations started emerging, None of the curves were really identical. Each matrix ,i tried answered much less and popped in more riddle type questions in front of whole of my being.
In fact different dimensions revealed themselves before my own different faces (Planes). I saw my own faces , each of the question I attempted became a separate mirror.
The whole of mine-self is still unknown to me, but I saw several questions hovering around still most never challenged me or I purposefully avoided them or I failed to face them. Nevertheless those questions are essentially mine, before me and so I concluded those questions came before whole of mine-self most of which I still do not know. Questions are never afraid of anything.Whether we attempt them, answer them, avoid them?; the choice is ours.
Questions challenge individual, groups, society and even time. Time alone answers each question but then time takes its own time to answer.
The is neither any fixed pattern of question, nor any schedule of their arrival and surprisingly the frequency is most erratic. The shape ,size, volume,intensity, velocity, intrinsic value etc. of questions coming out is most un-organised and unstable. These questions have rigidity and flexibility both at a time. Some times they compete,at other moment they supplement. They emerge with apperent options, in interchangable formats and at times like a dark horse or really clue less.
Memories create questions. Values, natural or created .pose questions. Likewise there are innumerable parameters of answers. Neither questions are even nor answers are straight.Uncertainties loom large. Clouds are hovering around. Some time darkness is so thick that a question though present, is not perceived, appears not visible.It is really difficult to penetrate across the prism.Shades and shadows are the other problems- either my own or the reflections. Noiseless intense sound within self again obstructs concentration and creates ripples. Echos around and bushy memories, dusty shadows, opaque vision,
But there is always hope. Memories have a glittering edge- a rosy destination- may be unknown to me.
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