Makhtub, living life as it comes

The sea is a best friend of sorts .. once befriended never returning back to be the same !! Think of it..   loves you to infinity and back- check  managed to stay away from you at all times, and ever keeping a watchful eye..  never lets you forgot them  available yet far away.. Once you realise that the sea is all that you want it to be and more it becomes rather very difficult to stay away from it for prolonged periods!

It begins Slow and steady Once through the heart Sorted through the soul No rhyme or reason No rhythm or beat All there is is the invisible void Void    work neither    emptiness nor happiness Void devoid of all void Yet the passion slays comes To remember and to teach To care and to cradle There is always more to give There is always nothing to expect There is always something to learn There is always a tear to shed There is always one to remember There is always someone to forgive There is but the void! There is but the void within and without The painful void remains To teach and to ponder The smile remains true to ones heart For from the void began nothing And from nothing does inspire everything

The heart remains of its pieces Sudden outbursts of pain unknown Pains unknown surge through Yet tears to shed there are none! Lives move on and find happiness Long forgotten and forgiven Emotions and valuations are worth nothing! For lives evolved and hearts, melted into passions Life smiled on and all that need be spoken Are forever more buried and smiled upon!!

The mist never cleared, except hazes and pieces of smaller puzzles the mist never cleared. Once the creatures ventured out, once the details remained , once had the world been clear, yet the mist never cleared. The taxi pulled up at the corner of the road bleakly lit by a lamp. A lamp lit by the oil taken from whales. Although they had aspects to manage the lighting much much better, the whale oil fueled furled every opportunity of raking in some profit. The person who stepped out was neither a human nor a creature. It was not clear as to who the person was, nor the creature!the mist never cleared! The blurred silhouette of the person just about managed to get out of the vehicle,, the traffic was on the wrong side on this side of the globe! A car, truck and a moped drove past across the board while the shadow was opening the door of the car.. each in varying levels of honking. The loudest was obviously the moped which was a convenient three feet away.. The shadow ...

Born Again Clairvoyant- yet learn to talk again   Demanding- for more than oneself    Everyday- again and again and again           Funny instances does life have again,       Grinding and churning memories & fates..         How does it survive and thrive- again           In a moment changing colours- again            Just once do I ask for peace- again              Killing time does the emotion do- again                Let me live as I please- again                  May the forces that be- rest again          ...