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When see above,everything seems nothing.What are we? What is our purpose? What is all this? Who? What? When? How? The W’s surely always win.Sometimes the problem is that we can’t frame the question,while other times it is that we cannot answer them.What are the questions you have found are tough to answer? And what are the questions,which you found/find are tough to come out?

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Peace

A need for peace,set everything free.
Free,free,so free,that balance,
the balance was lost in between.
And the world broke loose,
and chaos started its rule.
Everything that ever existed was
left to think of an ancient called peace,
which no one knew,how it will be.
A few thought and tried to reach,
a few made noise and tried to beseech.
But on the whole,
nothing mattered,
for peace was lost,and will be found,
until that day,we are left with only a search.

The tales of the past,
point and lead,to one.
The views of the present,
present and represent only one.
In the future,too,
one shall be the king,while the others slaves.
Yet who is the king?
And who is the serf?
Who is the maker of destiny,
and who is the creator of peace?
In the name of peace,
as in the name of God,
blood is shed and destruction bred.
But still it evades us all,
like through the centuries it has done,
it is so close yet so far,
in turmoil it seems buried,
and in hope we dig-in hope,brusied.

Peace we all yearn for,
in silence we burst our brains,
in noise,we shut our ears,
yet nothing appears,
for the feeling,the serenity,
which we think is peace,
fails to appear.We feel a fear
getting hold of us,we feel
an unknown arm,stretch
from no where and bind us.
We say peace ,peace,
and cry in excruciating need,
yet nothing comes,
for we fail to see,
that peace is alive,
and we are dieing.
So in a bid to live,
we try and remain still.
In hope of clairty,
we try not to breath,
then breath being the sign
of life,we try bite off
the need for air,
but in the end take
a gulp of it.Yet no peace,
rises,for in us,
we fail to see,
that which holds peace.

A serenity,a calm,
the deep lull after the storm,
peace arrives in our direst need.
The wind seems beautiful
and the breath of nature,
teasing and wit full.
Lost at the discovery,
we name it peace.
yet the stillness,
taunts,at the name,
and mocked,we ad-hoc
into the impossibility of peace.

Lost and desperate,
we hurt ourselves and the world.
we name things as unwanted
and our purpose unholy.
With pain we try to set ourselves free,
and with the pain,
we destroy what we loved,
for peace we don’t know,
nor have we bothered to see.
filled with despair and without
direction or knowledge,
we set our selves ablaze,
with the match,in hope of
lighting the hidden knowledge within.
In the fire,we burn and we burn,
till being burnt is not pain but pleasure.
We then see life,
as something magic
and realize that nothing is tragic.
Poignant,though it may seem,
we laugh at our own stupidity.
For those few moments,
the ancient peace,
flies home,to haunt man.
For those few moments,
it controls life,as it once did.

In peace,we say,we want to live,
yet we never perceive that peace
is not just being still.
unless we really see peace,
we are doing but destroying our race.
Everything seeks peace,
as everything is from peace.
So is peace love?
Or is it a part of love,
like everything else is?
Love is in peace,
as love is the supreme,
for if not for love,
nothing will move.
Peace is not ,not moving,
but merging one with love.
Peace is the sensation,
when nothing matters.

To reach peace,
we need thought and action.
To achieve peace,
we need calm and meditation.
To understand peace,
we need war and destruction.
To perceive peace,
we need acceptance and rebellion.
To feel peace,
we need self and soul.
To know peace,
we need success and failure.
To become peace,
we need nothing- peace,
for peace is nothing but
you,when everything else is gone.

Peace is within and without.
To make it come out,we need to know
that life and living are a part of the salvation.
Renouncing is not achieving,
it is knowing the value of things,
which is true renouncement-
by knowing you give up the ignorance
and thus learn that destruction is a process,
aimed at self motivation.
Would death matter,
when nothing else is there to shatter?
When we know peace,
we wouldn’t need,we wouldn’t fell the need,
to clutch to life,as if it was everything.
yet life has value,as does death,
for the existence of mortal self,
is to pay heed to the ways of the pilgrimage.
Nothing happens out of tune,
and none of us are complete immune
to the fear and to the darkness,
as night is a phase without which day,
will be lost in its own days.

When the fire within is felt,
and life slowly is set into a cool melt,
then we know that the ice,
was a cover,for the true light,
which was always residing and will reside
and will be your soul-guide,
into this world to face your plight.
Since we see peace within,
we will be able to begin
our mission and lead life
to its maximum limit.
And in the name of peace,
we will no more destroy
in its name,but will begin to create
our own way,to set our world free
from the freedom and make it balance
with our own knowledge of existence.
Yet the peace needs to be fond,
and decipher we need to its value.

freedom is being bound-
freedom is having a home,
and knowing that to it we will go.
And peace is what once bound freedom,
and till date we seek it, which we misplaced.
Somewhere the tide hides it,just beyond our eyes,
within us we know,and to that we come and go,
in the name of peace,we do,
in the name of god,none shall bow,
for peace is one within the god,
and within us,we can see,if we were
to open out eyes and see.
Everything is an illusion,
but illusions are to be broken.
To break an illusion,we need to feel,
and belong to the other frame
and respect the illusion,
and watch the illusion
understand and then become a master of it.
For not living and fulfilling is destruction,
for without thought,fact is not reality.

peace exists and will always exist.
The Pinnacle need,is peace,
and that we all will forever seek.
So in the search let us be kind,
and yet us search and understand,
let us not destroy that which needs life,
let us light everything else with the wand
of life,so that peace can rule,
in its name.Peace is the heart of love,
peace is one within.Peace is peace.
And shall always be.Illusion is everything.
But the purpose of suffering is,
not only to bare,but to feel and understand.
The purpose of joy,is to know,that
we don’t need to suffer,
for in joy there is peace.
Peace.Peace.Peace.

the light shines the brightest

stormy sky and life

Behind it lies something.

Why hide?
Why hide?
why hide?

Why can’t the sky face the glorious earth?
The sky seems to cry,
at the sight-it can’t stand
its opposites life being
ripped to shreds by something called life.

Life has a purpose.
Was it to destroy all that was ever made?
Why is there any good left?
Are those tears ,which fall from the ether,
the last song of disparity of the sky?
Is the wind that blows,
the song of death,
of life?

Yet as the sky cries and humanity dies,
in me exists a sense of peace.
At last all the destruction seems
to put me at ease.

IS it the fact that i always hated it all?
Did i hate those beautiful days,
of sunshine and the clouds race?
Did i hate all of my life?
Why i thought i chose it?
Yet there is a peace within me.
It makes me feel free.
It is an silence which seems to last forever.
I fell so much better.
I feel humored.
I feel eternal.
I feel rescued.

The gods of the moon and the sun,
sleep for a while
and those of vapors,oil my heart and life.

As those dark heavens move on,
I return with an understanding,
I feel as if everything is a new beginning,

the world is at equilibrium,
the world is me.
I am the world.

OH! the light disperses them all away
and the birds return to their way.

nay purpose,nay life?

so a lack of purpose,
led to creation,
and we are all suffering
without any ultimate relation.
A knowledge ,from past
has ceased in its grave,
for there is no purpose to save?
then why live?
then why remain static,
in a world which is,yet dimensional?
if purpose is none,
why have anything at all?
if purpose is none,
then none exists behind
the dark universal veil?
If there is no ultimatum,
if there is no purpose,
then why should we breath?
or for that matter breed?
If no purpose can be found,
behind every wall or cloud,
then why have them all
scattered around in the reason
-purpose dead intersection?

if there is no purpose,
then why be born?
then why be dead?
why cannot we be static at rest?
what laws define the infinite
finite,which at its shore
impresses a sense of profound secrecy?
Why a humbug race called humanity?
which though bothered to define humility,
is at most times is full of hypocrisy?
Why if no purpose exists,
should a few strewn reminiscences
of ancient quest be buried,
deep inside a sands hurried?
Why at all if no purpose exists,
do we even seek a knowledge
which we believe will free
us of this mortal bondage?
why do we seek purpose?
for what do we seek purpose?
what is the origin of need
to be purposeful?

If purpose can define life?
then what is it?
yet we seem to think
that ,not a purpose exists,
but an infinite might,
which we call as the universe
and our own selves.
What is the cause of the universe?
or is it too a purpose lost
thought,an impossible notion,
in the minds of creation.
Yet we say none exists.
so i ask what is the purpose
of non existence? whence
does it appear,a need to
fill an aesthetic grotesque
art,with a perception
which not even the artist
knows of, even in completion?
are we too small to see
purpose?Why are we, then too small?
Is there an end,where purpose
ceases,where purpose breaches
none but it self to annihilate
itself and reveal the true core,
even if it is sore core,
after all the dark drills it bore?

If purpose exists to everything,
then let it be in everything.
I am aware yet cannot perceive.
are my dimensions too cute
that the gory art of purpose
falls at its beauty? if so,i say
none matters,but the purpose,
for which i seek purpose be filled.
For the perennial universe
of questions,which all seek
a divine purpose(which is all),
there is a perennial universe
of solutions and answers,
one which parallel yet the same
as the question.If both nay
exist,then no theism can be filled,
for money might be made of matter,
yet its value is of the administrator.

Purpose,i ask what is your purpose?
If love fails purpose,
then let everything be struck by it,
so that none question you,
who is full of unknown purpose.
If love it is,let it be,
we are all blind and cannot see-
a love which is too big that
only our breath is able
to perceive, a taste which our
knowledge initiates us to believe
that it is the blush of love,
which is the fodder,
to fill our hunger-
derived from the thirst of purpose.
If lot it is,
then let it be love,
which paints the world,
for if not the world will lose purpose,
in seeking purpose,you
who is sly as a shadow,
who is the hands behind
the wheels of destiny,
which we say is the purpose.

Purpose,purpose,purpose,
let us ,love us.

the light shines the brightest.

destiny

Demand your right.
Execute your duty.
Satisfy your purpose.
Teach your body.
Induce your spirit.
Nothing can change
You,you will be you.