The Seeker

Do you believe in The Beautiful Isle

that defies logic and the human mind?

Tune yourself to the altered reality

and unfurl into the infinite design

Touch is a senseless sense in your dreams

But you can still feel my breath

Breaching the barriers of understanding

We stand on the brink of a bleak present

To only fall into the blurred future

Who are you, friend?

What is your purpose?

Is it to create?

Or worship the unknown Creator?

Who am I you ask?

I am above you, I judge you, I control you

For I am the seeker.

A prediction

The embers are being extinguished

blow on them not

For it is happening for the better

Can you sense the intangible cold?

Succeeding the cause

Preceding the effect

Is the uncertain

And the answer, unknown.

The subtle turns

Just when you think you've got it all done, the wind blows the other way, the clouds creep up to hide the sun and well.. everything goes down hill from there.

Now, I've nurtured a sense of acceptance in me. Is it the highest form of being? Perhaps.

You are dust in the wind,

Waft in it carelessly

And hear it whisper

Its infinite wisdom.

Busy :s

Never been so busy since I got into Medical College. But some how, I have loved working, organizing and reading. Perhaps I am actually maturing as a professional. Am I?

It is quite scary what age can do to you. Subtle changes like how I have now developed an aversion to sitting for too long on the Internet, and not waste time aimlessy in the virtual world.

The winds of change are blowing.. and somehow, this change seems to be for the better.

Quite a while since I have posted here, perhaps I am losing interest in blogging as well.

Written and deleted 3 blogs as of now, perhaps this could be next soon?

Naaa :D

Vacations over

I hate it when vacations end. Summer break is over, and back to college I go as the last leg of my second year in medicine lies ahead to be conquered. *sigh, medicine courses have a 1.5 year long 2nd year to inflict some extra pain :D*

The very thought of travelling 17 kilometers across the city to get to college and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING *<-- yes, please re-read that* makes me quite an arrogant delinquent temporarily :|

So, I shall be off now, to go and buy the high E string which snapped yesterday night :s

Foolish string.

The Painter's Palette

He sat before his canvas

and pondered upon what his next creation

would be.

Confused he was, for he wanted

to paint 'truth' but he did not know

if the truth was true

Days and nights flew by

the sand in Heaven's tall hourglass slipped away

as he sat still before his white board

He doodled with his brush,

raised a quizzical eyebrow,

a smile crept across his face.

He dabbed a little red, and erased it with black

highlighted lines, and shaded vividly

everything he sketched, he blackened

After hours spent, his hands were stained

with vile paint and turpentine

he gazed at the canvas, as though he was possesed

It was the blackest of black

Like truth itself.

Endings

If at all, there is a constant in this universe, other than change.. it would be 'the end'. Endings are everywhere. The end of the universe, the world, life, relationships, school, college.. you name it, it shall end... soon.

All endings have a very strange attribute. Endings bring about sense of overwhelming joy, sadness, annoyance, pity but it never fails to provoke emotions. They leave a void, only to shelved away by time. The more you think about the entire concept of 'the end', the more you'd like to believe in the chances of a new beginning. This is perhaps the fuel for human life. Belief that when things come to a close, there shall be a new avenue that crops up.. somewhere, sometime.

Till then, we clasp our palms around the lantern of hope, keeping the winds of change at bay. It is quite unreal that we have created so much insignificance around us, when we ourselves are equivalent to an absoulte zero in comparison to the vastness of the Universe. And when an entity such as the universe dies.. something endless shall be born. Silence.