An Unconditional Way of Life...

An unconditional way of life… how the thoughts which were decorated in the name of the plan are standing with us and watching our own life…

Three months into a new year, but have stuck up repeating the decades old mistake… where believing was once a hope now have formed a new goal, unattended on the to-do list…

When such grey is the days, they are meant to survive but can't be lived… wishing some miracle, a wand of illumination that will turn the sky blue and the air breathable…

Such days put question to the thought that whether life is about fate or it's really a free will… where everything is bounded by something else as if walking hand in hand…

Where we are bounded to result of the action if not the fruit… and our actions are bound to our desire… nothing on this universe is a lone star…

Should we give up on desire then what will be the reason to live… these desire which are the reason to all the problems… then how can one live without a desire…? What are these desires…?

What all things will we avoid or leave… the food that we wat, the air that we breath is the reason that our body desires…

We are wasting our life justifying our own desires then we are working out to convince ourselves about our own actions…

Everything that we have got today is out of the desire… nothing would have progressed if one would have given up everything for the betterment of human being…

We are meant for actions; we are here for action… the one which are selfless that’s one which makes a better human being…

We thought might represent things as fate, but we have the liberty to make and take our own action which indeed form the life that we live…

We might be limited but we are actually limitless… we are bounded by earth, but we are connected to the universe… where to know our true being is the only way to give justice by living fully…

We are more than what we have known or what we have thought and beyond our own understanding for that we must rather bot be pretending through the verge of honor and unknown myth…

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Among the darkest of the night, a land of one country will be brightest among other on the earth… no trace of moon… even this night belongs to the decedent of the sun… The lights, sweet, the songs, the music, the dance and the crackers are not for the lord, they are not even for a king, rather they are for a man… A man that of a character and a man of his words… From everything happens for a reason and that reason which we never see what to talk about learning from it… To understand this reason, we first have to understand what is the problem? The problem is God, the reaction, response and prejudice or the individual definition that we hold for this word… The moment we hear it, either we close our eyes and join our hands… or we are being scared of being roasted in the hell… or we want a ticket to heaven… but have we ever thought of what actually the meaning of God is… We travel so and so kilometers… to go to a temple… with flower, sweets and whatever we think can make our w...

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