Inside Out

Inside-Out

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The great wall built in your heart,

Tough and strong, no one can dart.

But Let me say, there will be a crack,

To sneak through it & find the track.

The other side where darkness resides,

Buried truths, But reality Smiles.

What we are is just a show on stage,

Inside we are, just jokers in the cage.

To know the truth, juts take a walk,

I am sure there would be lot to talk.

The fog gets clear and all the doubts,

We get answers to all, as we look Inside Out.

The sodden life and the pompous style,

Is jus bull shit, pile on pile.

When someone shows the path to take,

Nook the thought, you just get vexed.

The Gucci shoes and designer boots,

Are just too fake, Can’t fix your roots.

You carry that mask across 24X7,

The night life and materialistic pleasures,

Make you slave of your own naïve desires.

Running after, what others do,

Loosing the soul aim, you just play fool’s game.

The blaming game you always play.

Life isn't a pack of cards, let me say.

It’s much more then a rolling bid,

If you not think so, you are just an immature kid.

Your vicious mind and malice deeds,

Unhappiness and vagrancy are what it leads.

To desolate you in cellar, isn’t the way,

Look inside out and you’ll find there hope’s ray.

All your answers lie inside you,

Only thing is, you should know where to look.

There are miles to go on this diverse road,

Battles to be won and treasures to explore.

To reach the pinnacle of peace of mind,

Raise yourself and sail through tides.

So look in you and you’ll find your way,

Don’t loose your heart ever, that’s what I always say.

Still trying: to find the Crack: S.D.

Sleep

Sleep :

Sleep is defined as a natural and periodic state of rest during which consciousness of the world is suspended; it’s a state of infinity , a state where the brain takes over body. There is no end to what extent you can go in sound sleep. Had there been no sleep there would not be any innovation in this world; sleep give rise to dreams and dreams realises into innovations. The biggest of theories were discovered in state of suspension i.e. sleep. 

Have you ever thought what gender of sleep is? : I think sleep is a girl, beauty of which is immeasurable and every girl on the world can’t defy the benevolence of sleep. It caresses and titillates every cell in body to reach state of euphoria.  The eternal charm, the endless eloquence, the pulchritude of her calmness cannot be painted or described in limited words. Another reason why i conclude the gender of sleep is the power she poses to control the world, no being can exist without sleep. She governs the mere existence of all living mortals. She is the goddess of existence. But on other hand sleep is also the face of morbidity, of death, of grief and pain. No emotion can replace the emotion of death, it’s a sleep no mortal wants, but cannot avert. It’s a sleep where the soul takes over the body, and breaks the bodily foundation. 

Moving forward, the radiance of sleeping child is the one even the god envy, it is a souvenir of peace, placid mind and subtleties of calm soul. Yet a corpse depicts the cacophony of wrath and anguish. I believe even the god had a sound sleep before discovering it and allotting it for living beings. Shakespeare described the seven stages of life in the most explicit ways, I believe sleep is the beginning and the end of mortality and to some extent even the immortals if any cannot evade the tranquillity of its existence.

Sleep is a blasphemy for indolent mind and blessing for dynamic mind. Saying this I believe we live in two worlds or may be many, because sleep is just a bridge to the other side of existence. Sleep is the ceaseless; it’s a state of suspension where you are standing in an aisle with infinite possible worlds. Here the aisle is the sleep and gateways are transcendental possibilities, you can choose from modest to secret unspoken ones. Once an old noble told me “Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep” I deny, for mere reason of inundate odds.

 “It’s a spell of a great illusionist who walk around the earth when everything stops”-self.

Another great man once said: Sleep is like the unicorn – it is rumoured to exist, but I doubt I will see any. Another great man said a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. I think even sages and saints spend entire lifetime to attain an eternal sunshine within them. Meditation is a cousin of sleep, both has same roots and functions.