Random Musings

Random Musings

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Poetry
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions... " - Willam Wordsworth "Words, in my not so humble opinion, are the most inexhaustible source of magic.." - Albus Dumbledore "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." ― Robert Frost "Poetry is what happens when nothing else can." ― Charles Bukowski "Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." ― Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poetry is the purest form of self expression. For while writing poems, we set ourselves free.... Keep aside our fears and let our thoughts flow like seamless water current.....Worries that cloud the brain find it's outlet in poems. Poetry therefore, reveals the most vulnerable self, unmasks the soul to reveal what we desire to hide! This is a collection of such intimate poems that found their expression at various stages and various moods!
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Madness

Mind is a wonderful thing.. it's something that makes us-humans, different from one another. We all have a nose,a mouth, two hands, two feet, two eyes, one head-it's the mind inside that head that makes a difference. It's the mind that decides our character, it decides our actions, it defines our life,it's our mind that makes us love or hate something or someone. People aren't all bad or all good.. they have a touch of both but it's the mind that tricks us into loving or hating a person. Most of the times we don't actually love a person, we love the image of the person that our mind creates based on our memories with that person & same goes for the hate as well, we have bad memories with a person, we have a bad image of the person which leads to us hating that particular individual. We don't see people for who they actually are, we don't see the world for what it actually is, we merely see the image of it that our mind has created, the world for us is nothing more than an illusion. Our own personal illusion.. What's funny is that no one's ever going to know your illusion-your world as it is for you.. Despite all of the brilliant illusions that our mind creates, mind itself is the greatest creation of the mother nature. Without mind-this great tool, there would've been no cell phones, no television, no books, no music, no love, no hate, no life. nothing! But in reality, the mind is but a twisted yarn of madness. Yet every mind is great in itself. And didn't they say..? "No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness" -with love, Harika

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