Catching Smoke

Unsaid words dissolve in thin air like wisps of smoke. A dream hung somewhere mid air, leaving you standing at the isthmus. You fail to recognise yourself. Who are you?

A dirty finger raises and points at the mirror. A guilty pair of eyes never meet the piercing gaze. A dormant echo screeching somewhere mid air, leaving you questioning this. What brought you here?

There must be some purpose, something viable to resurrect the diminishing ashes back to the blazing flames. The cold winter night is dark and hostile to all sources of warmth. A stabbing thunder of guilt hits you somewhere mid air, leaving you speechless. Why are you still here?

For the choice has been made and the tables have turned. This is no longer a fork path in a far away forest. This is a one way stairway hoping that somewhere mid air, your path crosses the path to heaven.

Man is the limit

There’s something about magic that makes us believe in miracles. The wonder, the glory, the mystery; it all tends to provoke deep rooted human curiosity. What is magic, but a deceptive illusion that the mind fails to grasp within a certain time frame. Then we find ourselves trying to solve the puzzle. We need to know how it happened and why it happened.

The fear of the unknown limits human abilities. That is some freaky shit. It is much easier to ignore the fact that our presence in this world is insignificant. There are seven billion other human beings in this world but we think we’re different and unique. We want to be special and different. We want what we lack.

So, our life is an attempt to find meaning out of each and everything. Obviously, physics has proved that there’s an effect to every cause and a cause to every effect. If something unexplained happens, there must be some cause, right? The other side of the picture, the bigger picture and other consolation prizes. That’s just how life is. That’s just how we’re wired. That’s just how goddamn finite we are!