A grain of wheat eclipsed the sun of Adam.

Nobody: Dear Gardner, look, I bought you my favorite flower.. had to go deep into the forest trek, toil and sweat just to find it. Just about managed to escape from a hungry lion to get it for you.. Here.. This is for you..

Gardner: You stupid piece of shit, I have a garden.

Serenity Now, Insanity Later

When the news paper is filled with headlines without any supporting notes, rampant coercion of forced perception caused by natural follies of the mind is inevitable.

Chastity of an impure self: Lying in the open fields drenched with mud, couple of hours after midnight, facing the sky and ignoring the downpour. Is it your soul pleading to leave or exhortations of an ignorant mind wishing to find supernatural phenomenon? I did not know then and I do not know now.

Listening to your own heart, beat like your eardrums are the shreaded remains of a life exhumed from those victorious, from those vices of a soul misled.. Feels like the other world. Nothing will ever matter again, nothing ever did. Or is it?

Presumed innocence and will-full guilt: Portrayal of your own self in a tear, smell of happiness never received. Raise those barricades, label the swords. Fight the fight of the unknown for there she lies, beyond the multitudes of emotion, beyond all understanding.. Destiny beckons.

Myriad pictures of flashes which flashed. Impromptu decorations of an old memory. Touch of the wind.. Torrents of waves. Does it have to be a living experience? Will they just be feathers in a wet pillow?

Million to one, still there are many stars on the pathway to glory. There is no then, if there is no now. Would you touch me still.