Windmills

The world is not enough.

It never was.

Never will be.

Ciao. Peace out..

The closest to heaven you've ever been...

The next time you meet someone you love, someone you know who is worth it, spend some time sitting together staring silently at the ceiling. Dream together. Let your fingers crawl all over them. Feel those creases in their life that you have helped make. Those that you will always be proud of. The ones that you will remember for a lifetime. Talk less, feel more. Set aside all the traumas that society or religion have inflicted upon you. Embrace your human side. Let loose and take the time to caress their hair. Snake your fingers through theirs, knowing that whether it lasts or not, this moment makes all the difference. The contact of finger tips, lips brushing against skin, eyelashes fluttering on their cheeks, drops of priceless tears washing your soul, purging themselves of sin or vice.

Do something without thinking. Do it without worrying about the exam tomorrow, or that deadline you have to meet. Do it without thinking of consequences. Do it knowing that you will NEVER regret it. That there is no looking back. That some day or the other, life will get back at you for it. And that you will embrace repentance like a hug from an old friend.

Thank them every now and then. Thank them for waiting for you. Thank them for not. Thank them for considering it worth their time. Thank them for not realizing it's importance. Thank them for remembering it fondly. Thank them for not caring, for not holding on to wistful teenage fantasies. Thank them for keeping in touch. Thank them for forgetting you existed. Thank them without a thought. Thank them mercilessly.

Because undeserved gratitude is that single force in the world that can make your life come down on it's knees, begging for forgiveness; or reveal the truth of how meaningless it all is. 

So High, Level 5

Total loss of visual connection with reality. The senses cease to function in the normal way.

Total loss of ego. 

Merging with space, other objects or the universe. The loss of reality becomes so severe that it defies explanation. The earlier levels are relatively easy to explain in terms of measureable changes in perception and thought patterns. This level is different in that the actual universe within which things are normally perceived, ceases to exist. 

Satori.

A drug can NEVER induce an emotion. The bitter truth. To think that more than half of the world exists without having lived this experience. Without being able to differentiate between the two. Without being able to truly realize the power of their emotions. Quite the tragedy.


Peace out.

Pillows

I am Vineet’s plagued cough. I reek of the weariness of life’s discrepancies; conflicting emotions and such. The things that make you grimace at your achievements and retrospect your influences. I remind you of that song which you have deleted from your iPod, for obvious reasons. The one which leaves a bitter taste in the mouth with the flood of memories it brings back. I conceal all positivity, make a mockery of happiness. I make you double-check whether you should be wearing that smile on your face.

I am Vineet’s heightened sense of displeasure. I am every decision in your life you wish you could take back. I am the look which messes up your chain of thought, makes you shuffle uneasily. I am the gesture of detachment, the one that makes you cut the call midway, even though you never like doing it. I am the No Entry sign on the doorstep, restricting your freedom, warning you of impending consequnces. I am the sound of balloons deflating, engines shutting down, crowds being silenced.

“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”

- The Beatles