Flash

Only making necessary changes without affecting the main point.

To be confined in a body? What if it's our true nature to be infinite.

Meanwhile, judgements pour in. A mother's eyes that can't fail to express their disappointment (no matter how hard she tries not to), fleeting gazes that whisper 'lazy' in your ears. You sigh. You say to yourself, "Next time, I'll plan better". You give it one more shot. You get up from the bed. Forces around you pull you back. No mom's kapoor cleansing won't help. You push yourself to move a little. To the other room... Where you don an outfit that tries to hide you. A hoodie, a jacket, unkempt hair, dark circles. It's waiting in the mirror to tell you to give up. You barely move. You've managed to come out. The light piercing your eyes. Gazes that bounce off your shoulders. Judging you from head to toe. The crosswalk wait is awkward. It's too much to bear. You make it to the other side. Another step, another battle... and inertia still gets away...

For real, A flower holds the least level of consciousness. But it's beautifully divine. Is consciousness a trap that the higher self is pleading us to let go of?

I mean why can't there be answers to these gnawing questions that itch my throat! Imagine a painting, you created it. It's mountains, valleys, sunshine and maybe a kid in front of a house. You hang it and it obeys you. Through dust, heat, furnishing changes, it endures. Sometimes, it just hangs there, waiting to be seen, to be perceived. Maybe then it will gain a meaning. Some creations are beautiful, but they may suffer. Is it necessary? No. Now replace the painting with us human beings. We're probably unseen in the dark, seen or not in the light. Until someone's gaze gently sits on your existence, then you are. Then you become. Then you are not lonely anymore.

Some things are just there.They exist with you and around you.These things scream for attention ,but you won’t even realise it cause its so regular and frequent. It’s only when you realise it’s gone when it stops making the sound and then you’ll know something like that existed with you.