Walking Into Window Panes

Perhaps Douglas Adams was exact on his argument that we may all know the answers to our questions. But the problem is that we do not know exactly to what questions those belong to.

Goals have been achieved, but the purpose of the goals have been forgotten.

Journeys have been walked, but the sense of satisfaction is absent.

Companies have been made and lost, but no parts of the puzzle have been solved.

Yet, time does not stop to ponder upon these..no such luxury. It whips us up on a ride , one single ride of a lifetime with the eventual suspense of being pounded to pieces upon a cliff side.

Strap on...strap on. Fate may bring you upon this path. But bulldoze it into a highway, so that others may walk it easy.


Peace cannot mix with passion. Price for every prize.

God is the loneliest supreme being in existence because there is no Goddess since God is supreme?

No religion explains what is the purpose of Creation. Merely the process of Creation.


Waiting waiting for the bloody annoying thing to happen so that i can play....

The safest thing from Change is a Mirror,
each thing that moves into It's sight is 'seen' and passed on,
the hills that we once sat upon may shift and crumble,
rivers change course or cease to flow,
the usual couple on the bicycle may never pass this way,
nor will sorrow or hope always be present.

The safest thing from Change is a Mirror,
It's frame may rust and turn to dust,
but see it will all things past,
keep memories it never will,
the deeper you go the more you see,
not of It, but of you and me..

The safest thing from Change is a Mirror,
the safest thing from a mirror is a lie,
It shows you not what is true,
see you must of what you wish,
what you see
mundus vult decipi

The safest thing from Change is a Mirror,
but even mirrors fog in time,
Curious isn't it,
what lays within
the mirror when it is covered,
whether by cloth, by dirt or by lies....

Why we mammals? The need to pass through so many psychological stages in the process of growing that surpasses even those physical changes of insects. Such complexity, and yet so little study about it. Why bother to create things, to mold our environment, to make a difference in the world when we can't even understand ourselves? Or is that rather the microscopic lenses that we place ourselves under. A process to study a process. What happens when the snake bites its tail. That perhaps there is no real beginning or ending. Life is as it is, merely a picture painted on the wall. Like a Mona Lisa's smile. A guess work of no definite answers. Valuable only after death for scrutiny. Without a divine purpose but with the mere objective to exist, to survive.....

Truth is like a light that shines through all physical and non physical entities.

It cannot be hidden.

It is alive and always seeks its own path to the surface.

Ride on Truth, for all Truths come together at the end of the journey.

One great thing i've learnt this day,
For i've doubted before.
What Love ever was,
Or whether it twinkles not.

To find it by Fate's guided hand,
Questions answered yet not understand,
T'was only when Love was lost,
That thou shall know, whether Love ever was.

Hence this life filled to a brim,
Before the age of thirty five,
Old as seventy it seems,
Has achieve its cycle of strive.

One by one, the equations are cast,
Until no more a man in an empty shell,
but th' spirit unbound.

Perhaps on this road to Elysium,
Lies a pot of gold.
But the Beggar does not see beyond the mound of dirt,
And curse Fate with bitter words.

Fate O' Fate!
Why does thou put rags on me?
What wrong hath i done but live..
To suffer this hollow dream.

Fate flutters by silently,
Voices speak "Move forward little one,
And thou shall find it hollow no more..."
But like whispers of the wind,
Words bounded seldom are un'cipher.

Tired i am to travel,
Laments the Beggar,
Back down the path to his unwanted hut,
He walks...

Fate sighs and moves on,
And the Devil flashes God a grin,
God returns a kindly smile,
Shivers doubt in the Devil's spleen.