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An American Poet sings in vain about Love, no one can hear him.
A helpless man, driven with blind inspiration sets to write a blog without a title.

How did it all start? The explosion of hatred filled insanity among men, leading the propagation of LAW and not LOVE. Welcome to Earth !
Them constabulary forget they are the prisoners of a greater law of nature, that they are mere particles of dust on the face of this universal existence, that life is just a ride with all having the same destination.

Only nature is cosmic. Vain men having the illusion their brief stint of decorated success at the expense of paining others incresaes their stature of existence are mistaken - becoming possible hurdles in the eternal ride.

Our life is what our thoughts make it. We were born as pure souls. Each one of us! So how did we become like we are today? Hungry fuckers roaming the Earth , seeking cheap pleasures, ruining nature and the way of life as it should have been - PEACE. Our thoughts decide our actions. Our actions decide the fate of our existence, the degree of smoothness of our ride. The destination still remains the same.

Colorful Colors, Musical Music, Thoughtful Thoughts , Peaceful Peace, to see
Colorful Colors, Musical Music, Thoughtful Thoughts , Peaceful Peace, to hear
Colorful Colors, Musical Music, Thoughtful Thoughts , Peaceful Peace, to think
Colorful Colors, Musical Music, Thoughtful Thoughts , Peaceful Peace, to feel
And life would be beautiful.
There is no 'ultimate' way to lead one's life, as preached in religion. It is just a scapegoat devised to elude others believe their existence would be better. It won't unless you would want it to be.

Nature gave us everything , wants to nurture us. Precociousness knows it all. Its time we connected and listened to the voice inside. Look beyond. For once 'feel' things to feel it. Show 'sympathy' for sympathizing.

Think! before it is made illegal too.

For once stop whatever you are doing and feel the 'peace' within. Its delightful !
Would you trade it for something else 'they' offer, knowing this ride of yours would conclude in eternal silence.



PS: Its tough to write, when you have everything in your head.
      Can we 'connect' ?