words to lines . . . . .

just a few lines using a few words from here and there to see if the words can come together to make any sense . . . . 

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fighting the self to strive

desperation helps you push the limits

to reach for the skies

become one among the stars

one that shines brighter than the rest

with all the shine and all the glow

another time another night. . . . .

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enjoy what you have

it makes the moment worth living

as you live you learn to see

long to see the light while in darkness

as time flies to see the next time

it is momentary and yet eternal

lasts a lifetime defying reason

nothing can beat this feeling 

is to crave for more of what you want

forever is to exist beyond the time itself . . . . 
anyways it is the end. . . . . 

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how i killed the lies. . . .

everything i ever said was never a lie but i want to know the truth. . . . .

let me know the truth.

what did i say. . . .

oh you don't know that. . . .

i said everything. . . .

thought you heard it when i said it. . . . .

said what. . . . :)

everything. . . .

 now that you like it, u must know what i said. . . .

i said i never lied. . . . . .

if i have never lied then why is it not the truth. . . . . .

 everything you ever say need not be truth. . . .

if what i said is not a lie then everything i said must be truth.

so i should rephrase the statement. . . .

will it mean the same when i rephrase it. . . .

ohhhhhhhhhhhh my gawd,.....thn?....:0...

should it mean the same. . . . .

let me try to rephrase first and see what it means. . . . .

i never lied but what is the truth . . . .

then how about something like this. . . .

like what . . . .

the one below. . . .  

everything i ever said was always the truth but then what happened to the lies. . . .

i think the first one was better . . . .

there was place for both lie and the truth. . . . .

ya xactly ...dats da point.....its interesting....

here there is only truth . . . .

Did i just kill a "LIE"

WOW ! ! ! ! ! LOL. I just killed "THE LIES"

NOW TRUST ME - I never lied when i said everything i EVER said - I only speak the truth. . . .

thats all folks. . . .

how i unblocked my mind. . . . . .

Last things first, This this the last thing which struck me before i publish this post. Before I typed all this which you may read in a while, I never knew the possibilities. In the mean time while I typed all this shit, Ullas came up with some awesome watercolor paintings off which I may flick one and clip it on to my gallery. . . . He's an artist of another kind and i own a gallery of another kind.

Just an hour ago, I was going through a mind block and now i'm high on thoughts.

I just killed all the lies with just a few lines of words which were put together in a way to make no sense to anyone. I successfully separated the lies and the truth. A divorce of sorts. It does not matter if what i said is right or wrong. They are true, no matter what.

That is probably the power of what one feels. Then I learned a lesson or two about feelings. . . . Feelings are better than the form they take. I can surrender myself to the millions of words in the English dictionary to describe that feeling and the form. I hardly know a few, the very few i know at this moment and a few which I may learn as I learn to live while I continue to live.

While trying to overcome the mind block I realized something about 'the moment'. How a moment comes to exist and and how it ends. A moment is neither a scalar nor a vector quantity. . . It cannot be gauged by time. The moment lived 'now' continues to exist for as long as you find another moment to replace the last. I will write about all that and more someday when i am low on thoughts, for today is dedicated to remind me of what to write on that someday.

Also realized, how being an architect, I would end up living the lives of all the different kinds of people who come to me to design for them. I've to live their life to know their way of life to design something that would suit them to live or I will have failed myself as an architect. In doing so, the only time outside of the time when I get to live my life as an architect might be between 40 and 50, i am just predicting, they are just numbers, when i get to design my own House. Don't try to even imagine for a moment how my way of life would be unless i come to you to design my house..... 

This is the second time i tried the same trick to come out of the mind block. While the first time I thought the same state as being a 'writer's block'. Any person doing any work, when he is stuck for ways to do things is called 'his block'. . . . When you are designing something and stuck then you can call it a 'designer's block' . . . . What I realized today is that, every time its was 'the mind block', irrespective of what you are trying to do. I cracked it and its flowing out in all directions and here's where i am trying to gather them.

Last few words . . . . .

What would be the last few words you would write when you just have one last empty page to write and memories of a lifetime to choose from. Well, that definitely is a tough situation to be in. I am certainly not in one such situation, for, though this is the last page available in this book, I believe in time and their is hope of finding another empty page someday. . . . But if I were to write something on this page and call this the end, then there's no need to write anything any further, the page is no longer empty. The emptiness is taken care off. . . . .

What's written above is nothing great or important, its only a way of making the book complete, emptiness creates a void and the void needs to be filled in order to make anything complete. What this once empty page in this book made me realize is that there's a possibility of being in a situation you dare not dream of. . . .

This thought will last in my mind and will continue to remind me of a time when I may have to write something for the last time on the last page at a point in time when there's no hope of time or another empty page, to write those last few words after which you may call it "the END" . . . . 
Oops, all this while, while I thought of those last thoughts to be penned down, I forgot about the importance of the pen which enables one to translate what's on the mind into a transcript. . . .