Published on 2025-07-14 at 18:43 by Sharif Mehedi
We want to be quiet. Say to mine-self, let's be quiet and try to be quiet. But
does that ever stops us from talking. It seems there's a little too many ways of
talking. So, the talking never stops. Now a days everybody's talking and
everybody's listening. Now we ask mine-self, what does that has to do with
us(?)! in wonder!!!! So what everybody's talking! Let them talk but let us be
quiet! But the thought, it just a thought, like so many other thoughts, one
thought among unimaginably many thoughts, so it remains a thought, and we never
really stop from being talking. Because this thought of being quiet has no
significance at all among all those uncountably many thoughts. So, the world is
living inside of us it seems, the whole universe is living inside of us. We
cannot ignore the resemblance that this living universe has with the universe
outside. They are both the same. Yogic or Stoic, where are the happinesses has
gone where have the peace gone. It's all just empty words, empty thoughts, non
of it has any significance. There's no peace on the inside nor on the outside to
have the courage to give any weight to these thoughts or the words. We don't buy
words anymore, we only buy junks because we all have become junkies. We have it
all and at the same time nothing at all.
What are you spreading, happiness or sadness? Why do you ask? Why should it
matter what I am spreading? You might say for the betterment of the human race.
Oh okay! Then what happened to the junkies(?), is my question.
Yes, the peace, it has come only to disappear again. Now the eyes are shining
bright only to become dry again. It a turbulent universe, the one on the inside,
and the bandwidth of the spectras seems infinite, so many colors and the
turbulence, every instance is a new color, only there's the lack of a single
color that you might stare into in admire.
Also, they never end.