Black magic

Black magic is an extension of ego within us that is developed through a stark notion of self centeredness which thrives against the concept of simplicity itself,

It develops through the equation of unbalanced and unrelieved chemicals of emotions within us ,

Where the body distinguish itself from the universal energy in the manner of distant,

It starts to develop the self centeredness through any motion of life that is in existense,

It’s sole purpose is to flip the balance of all over completely in its favour ,

Only to be recognized as the most resourceful being on the planet.

Tree of life

Have you looked into the eyes of the trees ,

If not , than try looking into it ,

Keep on gazing into and try connecting onto its Aura,

It carries the knowledge of the whole universe into it ,

Through the language of silence that resides within .

Tears within

Tears are the language of our souls ,

a magnet of life

It’s the most purest form of energy that pours into beauty in the form of pain ,

When you cry the whole universe comes to your healing ,

Ever thought as to why is it that after crying we end up in a state of content all of of a sudden ,

It is coz the universe is showering its love upon us in the most generous and graceful manner possible ,

As our energy is seeking for its unconditional love from all corners ,

The concept of only weak ones cry is a form of ego that keeps you away from seeking the purest and true form of love from the energy of mother nature itself ,

Try not to fall and become a prey of such thoughts as it only keeps you awsy from what we all are constantly seek in every second of our lives .

Which is nothing but Unconditional love itself.

Craving

Craving

If you crave for something go right for it ,

There is no point in waiting and torturing yourself thinking that there is still time to go for it,

Sometimes taking too long ,

Ends up in a very long wait ,

Besides you never know ,

How long of a time you have for yourself,

Who knows your next moment can be your very last

Or may be the last of those who you crave for.

Antichrist

From centuries we seek the answer of when the antichrist will appear and who is it,

Never once we ever tried looking into the mirror of our own image to seek the answer to such a relevance ,

Communities all over the globe kill in the name of creator by taking the matter of justice into their own hands , like the punishment of death,

those who had crucified Jesus

but also those who had always blindly followed them and are still doing so ,

However , If we ever did tried to look within ,

We wouldn’t had to wait this long to realise

That we are the Antichrist ourselves,

The sarcasm here in all this is , that

antichrist is looking for antichrist itself ,

It says it all , isn’t it ,

When you try to make a joke out of Karma ( the universal ethics )

You eventually do become the pun of your own joke ,

Law of universe is , when you kill someone than you also take away the responsibility of that soul upon yourself ,

Hence the responsibility of Jesus Christ lies on the should of Antichrist itself ,

So when he (Jesus) returns , it will not be a miracle of any kind , meaning that people (The antichrist) need to start taking up responsibility for themselves ( their own mess ) individually and collectively as a society on daily basis ,

No matter of how prolonged the accountability will be of such doings , it’s how the karma operates,

It is better to start today than tomorrow, coz

Today is given , where tomorrow needs to be earned ,

Or keep on looking for the Antichrist , anywhere and everywhere but it will always be us ,

Like it or not we did this to ourselves.

Sorrow

We focus too much either on trying to live a good life or thinking of dying peacefully,

Question is do we ever focus on breathing every moment peacefully,

Just to feel the harmony of it ,

If we leave the moments behind ,

Than what is left to cherish but sorrow of not recognizing and neither realizing that what we always were seeking was right there with us .

Raining

What happens,

When an artist becomes an art itself,

Where a soul and it’s connection sparkles ,

When a man and his destiny becomes one ,

Where surface becomes the reflection ,

When a mark turns into a structure ,

Where the rhythm flows in harmony,

When flourishing beeeze turns into ascension,

Where clouds burns in compassion,

When tears turn into fire ,

Captivating the bleeding heart into a blissful desire .

Priceless

When an artist tags the Art into a price,

The essence of it , begins to linger around its lost charm,

What is meant to be shared collectively, it cannot be tamed just for one person selflessly,

Sometimes selfishness sneaks into the form of selflessness ,

But do we ever see it coming .

Tough times

Times that we always have and had lived in ,

Where we can’t break others ethically , nor could and neither can afford ourselves to be broken either ( even if we choose to , we just simply cannot ) ,

contradiction and self justification leads to unbalanced outcomes as we are constantly trying to thrive against the nature of existence,

When we bring tough times upon yourself than

The walk of balance is always going to be tight and thin lined ,

And Struggles are not suppose to be a cake walk in the park to begin with ,

One must always prepare itself for the upcoming coseqences while holding it barely on the edge of balance with very limited options ,

Either we accept to walk on the path of balance or we challenge the path of balance itself ,

Outcome will always be as how we walked upon it .