The pursuit for impermanence

Reality is always a stranger with an ugly face. So grotesque that one feels like running away.

But run away from what? Can you run away from your own shadow?

We live such pretentious lives, where ones mask takes over ones face.

Look in the mirror? Oh! Its such a beautiful face!

But whose face is it?

Close your eyes and reflect.

The hell is within you.

So you open your eyes and turn blind. Once again.

Beauty is not a visual medium.


Truth lurks around like a ghost around you. In a mansion of desires.

Where the difference between a dream and a nightmare is a thin line.

You wake up not sure of what you did see.

Truth snaps when you least expect it to. It pounces on you like a tiger on its prey.

Tears you apart. And leaves you bleeding.

Yet not a single drop of blood is visible.

You may be in a crowd and yet there will not be one witness to stand by you and tell the world of the massacre.

Your tears are your own. The ones that cleanses your gut.

Who cares for the tears that flow from your eyes?

Who cares for what happens to the oceans?


We destroy everything in the name of love.

Love.

In love we suffer.

Out of love we suffer.

What in the God’s name is this love?

A true lover is a loner.

All other “loves” are merely relationships.

Has anyone ever loved truly?

Has anyone ever been loved truly?

Yet we all talk “in the name of love”. Without understanding its true meaning.

For the true meaning of love is understanding.

And who wants to live alone?

At least “lies” live in communities!

So let’s lie and be friends.

So let’s fake a relationship.

Like we have faked our lives.


We like to believe that “ life has been unfair”.

How many of us can say with all honesty that “ I have been fair to life”.

Show me that man and I will show you God.

For He is God.

Or else what is divinity?

We are all living a stranger’s life. Blind and oblivious.

The pursuit for God is nothing but the pursuit for one's own true self.