The characters of "my" land are not fictitious. They are, more often, borrowed from real life. What is not borrowed from reality is their fate. Let my whims and fancies decide.
Logic will fail to understand the pleasure I derive in "my" land. The adrenaline rush felt in the nerve and sinews when one sees oneself at the helm of power is what drives the logic "real" world. Because it is tangible. But it has its own limitations. Afterall it is the "real" world and infinity is not a real concept. What gives immense expanse to "my" land is this power of infinity.
But raw power, irrespective of source of generation, mind or atomic reaction, can be cataclysmic. On that verge bounds become boundless, entire universe gravitates into a black hole. The end or a new beginning is prophesied. Into that (day) dream let my soul awake.
That ultimate dream I am yet to see...
6 comments:
baba u write so well.. matlab I knew that you write poetry but essays, I had no idea,... kudos.... keep up the good work.. :)
Hi Satyakam,
Tum yaar itana aachaa likh te mujeh toh patahi naai thaa jaab hum sath mee the.. good written yaar..
Regards
Kaushal
http://etheticgame.blogspot.com
hello sir...read ur poetry and essays . its good. But accept one thing what i feel. And, that is the expansion of GOD. It is G - Generation, O - Obstruction, D - destruction. Artharth (Lord Brahma, - , Lord Shiva)
Very nice brother.
I just read one story about Satyakam in constant remembrance. Best wishes.
hey satyakam thanks for refressing our school memories.may god (not ur abbrevation)bless you!good wishes.Naveli M.
Keep Going Sirjee!!
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