The Buddhapriya

Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night - Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night  As if my days were like a gloomy song swinging in a swing. Brimming with tangy terror. All of a sudden, sensed a tranquility in my atman. There was the propitious vibrations. I started walking towards them. The waves were as though showing me the lanes through the lanes of reverie. It was bumpy, rough, holed, gnarled, and pitted. All-embracing with stones, muddy puddles, pebbles, thrones, mound of sands, crowed with sharp and honed things. I continued yo chase the vibration. "What was my sin?, Jeez I feel so tired now" screamed she. Inhaled a lung full air, and again ran wherever the vibrations took. Alleys after alley she toiled as a coil. The water inside the spirit was getting deserted. Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night She kept on running in sear...

Soon getting patched with the poems of the wind. By tearing the winds. I reached, police station.  Where Sir Joseph was sitting with the same piles of files on his desk. I called him, "Sir! Sir! Sir Joseph" but didn't get the reply. I again called him with a slight loud pitch. But he was not responding. I tried calling him a bit louder, but failed. I was now sure, my voice is not reaching him at all. The Universe was an ongoing explosion, and that's where I lived, in an explosion. I didn't know what living is. Now, sometimes atom just get very haunted. That is me. When an explosion explodes hard enough, dust wakes up and thinks about itself. Like the last time I questioned my existence. I began doing it again. There was no choice left. No close beings were left to listen to me, to feel me, to touch me, to sympathize me, and to empathize me. All the existence were numb, and lifeless. I could feel myself talking. I think I am the one who was there to lis...

 Depression looks like just another happy face.