Beyond the expectations


March 2015


It is always very disappointing to read one’s own writing, One feel how ignorant one was!

Poets make much of death and external afflictions, but the only tragedies are the soul’s failures , when their heart sank in the deepest ocean which again cannot be brought up with any means of  up liftment, That’s the writing of a writer where he feels the pain of the heart which is crying for what it has lost. And the only epic man’s triumphant ascent towards godhead.

All their speech writing and action comes prepared out of the eternal silence.

Even the souls of their feet have got a memory of their own.

They completely live in their writings. It is their eternal world.



When i look back on my past life, I see that if I had not failed and suffered, I would have lost my life’s supreme blessings. yet at the time of the suffering and failure, I was vexed with the sense of calamity.

What I cannot do now is , sign off what i shall do hereafter. The sense of impossibility is the beginning of all possibilities.

Impossibilities is only sum of greater unrealized possibilities. It veils an advance state and yet unaccomplished journey.

Life is moving very fast but i feel it like is moving like a slug. No love no loathe lno happiness. Just living like a moron, nincompoop …

One thing i understood is Life is not what we make it, But it is what God destined it for people like Me.

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