I AM WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT A COUPLE OF THEM FALL

I am worth a thousand words but a couple of them fall

It isn’t that I don’t want to, it isn’t that I cannot,

yet I urge you, MY LIFE, to set a stage for me….

We all love to share, talk and open up, but isn’t it that we seek somebody who has the same mind frame as ours? We actually do. But that isn’t magic. It isn’t like you’ll just wish and poof! A person would suddenly appear to listen to your chattering …

Having said that, seeking somebody isn’t less than a magic, like us even our life need’s a push, our life needs a rub, our life needs a pat or to put it into another perspective, we need to ignite our lives.

and therefore…

I’ll Set fire to frost to bring what’s within

and break the shackles of ignominy that have or are strangling me

as a good old belief or saying or philosophy goes, we have to get out of cowardice and drop that “grime of shame” that we believe is ours. We literally need to melt that frost which stop’s us from being what we are and who we are.  This “grime of shame” keeps us far from others, let alone go and talk to somebody.

We honestly need clean this grime and once that’s done, people will love the real you and even if they don’t, you’ll be absolutely sure that you are for real, absolutely real.      

FATE AND FORTUNE

Fate and fortune, seemingly opposite, yet, quite similar in character. One’s a master  and  another’s a minion. Let’s just have a word with each one with absolutely no intent to reach anywhere…

I see fate that you are weighing heavy on me and what I know for the fact is that it’s not just me VS you it’s me VS you and your various minions.  What pleasure do you take in first pressing your targets against an imaginary wall by their throats as if they are nothing, as if your ultimate intention is to squash them and put to them to their eventual end, but no! you want to be entertained. Once you see your targets cry in pain and agony, when you see ‘em groaning you then sooth ‘em and how? By sending one of your prime minion – namely fortune.  

Mr. Fortune, you seem to be an expert in luring. You seem to be a master at playing with intensity which I guess is your weapon. People call themselves being “fortunate”. Why don’t they understand that the very word says “fortune-ate”. People think, it’s as if they have attained fortune, it’s as if fortune is within their grip but the reality is that fortune gulps people down without a hiccup….The fortune after having eaten people drags ‘em to its master, the very gigantic, Mr. Fate.

The only way of not getting eaten or not being pressed against a wall, is to simply not let this master-minion duo approach you. Although that’s almost next to impossible since either now or later they’ll block your path …

I am my own world...

Pouncing in pain and agony

towards the flames of loneliness I paved my way,

Where no one heard me shout, cry or even pray

Let 'em discard me 

for I ain't what they want me to be,

Its worthless "wearing my heart on my sleeves" for 'em

expecting love , 

they'll mercilessly and heartlessly leave you

ailing in glee

They'd imitate the innocence

I wore on my soul and smirked at me with hatred

For they thought it was superficial ,

They wished to see me naked

My world's not outside 

but within me it resides,

I wow to damn their might

and come what may I'm gonna rise

like roaring gigantic tides.

What's Randomologies All About??

Ya!! What's Randomologies All About?? 

If I go on justifying the purpose of the title of my blog, it would completely defeat its purpose but having said that I won’t even deny the fact that the word Randomologies is probably a word that does not exist and therefore, I would like to give a sort of backdrop to it. Actually, there are many things, instances, thoughts that won’t have an existence unless they are expressed, comprehended, told and brought to the real world. Randomologies is just that comprehension of giving shape to the many thoughts or feelings that at times die just because they are not told or expressed.

There might be times when a reader would think “dude! That’s something that I would not have  thought or I might just not think that way”, to this I would say “Fine! I completely abide by that”. Everyone has a perception and so do I and probably I have a very unconventional way of comprehending things. To put it in simple terms, through this blog I aim at “giving my spectacle to the reader”. Again, there happens to be a purpose behind that. Certain feelings or thoughts or any such thing for that matter cannot be told directly for the simple reason, that it might be very crude and indigestible for many but if the same thing is presented creatively, it will surface it’s meaning and would be entertaining at the same time.   

Randomologies is about Stories and instances that come straight from the heart, even if they don’t make sense for once. I don’t know if there’s any purpose to this blog but all I can hope is that be it the writer (that’s me) or the reader (that’s you), we are both gonna have a lot of fun writing and reading..   

CONNECTING THE FALLEN PIECES THAT LIE BEYOND…..

Set your soul to a wandering spree

Let it be absolutely free,

For it needs to explore 

,

Explore what’s around and even , what’s beyond…

It happens to seek,

Seek what might not be found….

So! “The denial” to wander, to ponder is very evident,

Is the evidence of “this denial” is what’s beyond??

Beyond “that denial” there could be “evidences” and “apprehensions”

Let the soul not buy those,

Let the soul discard ‘em, for they are free and frivolous

Let it joyfully thrive on thrills even if they demand a price

‘coz when it pushes and breaks that uncanny consciousness

It’ll find that there’s a lot that goes beyond…..

Unearthed Tale - 1

It was a blurry shimmering light that had hit my eyes and it was as if hope was calling me to itself and I did hug something and the moment I did, this happened:

I was walking on a path so so known yet so unknown. I kept walking miles and felt at ease, relaxed as if heaven was blossoming happiness on me. I was free; there was nothing on my shoulders at all. My mind was empty and there was no one to tell me about my follies.I had detached myself from whatever self I had been. 

I don’t know if I was aware of what I had been going through however big or small. It all faded in a jiffy, the moment I was alarmed by a voice that possibly came from within. “Welcome to the sombre reality…” I don’t know where that voice came from. but even though it was whispered into my ears by I don’t know whom, it came loud and clear.

I know for the fact that in whatever world I was, I was alive. I had energy, I was sane unlike the harsh reality that was going to turn me into a ruthless idiot, which I knew I was not.

A SENSLESS ABSTRACT…..

Feeling exhausted, beaten, put down? 

That’s probably because you’ve been too sensible…

For a brief moment or moments at large, if, offcourse you will, let’s just put our senses away and talk senseless…Yup! Let’s just speak whatsoever comes to our mind and let our heart first and then of course mind speak.  Wait! Let’s just go back to that… Isn’t it like we are first feeding our mind with something and then letting it have its say? May be yes, after an ever so exhausted day, our mind finally gives up. Not that it permanently shuts but it kind of says “dude! I’m done for now, say what you want to and by the time you’re done, I’ll be recharged to speak again...”

The whole goddamn day and even during some part of the night we are supposed to make sense and making sense drains the hell out of us. Talking sense makes you think and most of the time, it makes you think a lot. It makes you think more than what is within your  sane faculties or what's within your sensable capabilities. Doesn’t it eat most of your energy? I guess it does. Even after you are almost eaten, the rest of you (if and only if there is something left in you) has still, a lot of exhaustion to take.  

The rest of you, still has to take that crap “no! your sense still has to have some sense so that it is not called NONSENSE!!!” With our sane faculties, we at times become completely coward. A senseless heart and mind just doesn't give way to stoppages, it says "go haywire, get bruised, get hurt but enjoy, enjoy to the maximum.." 

I don’t know if I made any sense at all and I guess not making sense was my eventual and ultimate purpose. Hey! I have got the next cue – Purposelessness – a doorway to an exhausting sense. I have set the stage guys, go ahead light the fire and speak your mind, however senseless it might be...