Neo Imaginations

Dust and Gold.         Neoimaginations Copyright When you cannot see anything, w hen you cannot shout, when you are nowhere; You are somewhere. Somewhere, don't know where but where darkness is a color. Dead darkness. And you strain your eyes to know what lies behind the darkness behind the black. The more you see nothing, the more you quench to know more. The more you quench for more the more you try to fathom. Where knowing nothing is a bless, where knowing something is a burden. Where zero is a stage you strive to achieve. Zero is powerful. Zero is a goal. When you have everything you will know what it means to own zero; to own nothing absolutely nothing. From a desire to having a desire to have no desire at all.              A content being. Satiated. No sorrows yet no laugh. You smile but you are not happy. But you are not sad as well. It's just being a zero. A perfect zero. It's not a perfect hundred and yet a perfect...

My Secret place, my muse, my solace!  How much I love to come to you?  When I am sad and broken -- you revamp me to face it all again. I know we speak; I know places speak to people. After my first post on this blog, I was striving hard to write the next. But nothing was conclusive enough to be presented. And now, when I was determined to sleep after my breakfast due to previous night commitment, this thought did not permit me to. It kept on coming to my mind until I got up and settled to write. Though the place I am gonna talk about is far from my reach and I haven't been to it for a long long time but still my previous engagements with the place have been memorable and spiritual. It is dedicated to that secret, eccentric place I was once romancing with. The place I am talking about is a few miles away from my modern campus where I was living once. A branched path from the main road led to this place. It was away from time and people. No one visited it anymo...