Evolution of "voices"

These are thoughts that I put into words at a time where my ideologies and emotions were crystallizing almost a year ago. This is the time i was acquanted with myself. I wrote all this to myself just as I do now.
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Perfection is the present and the past and the future. It is everything and nothing. Ying and Yang is the ideal definition of perfection. Is perfection balance?

Reaction Mechanism. My fears. I give parts of myself and suddenly realize that it is too much and withdraw completely fearing that I will be asked for more. Draw the line or give my 100%?

A true relationship would be one in which there is no line and one can give their 100% and not stop and not regret it.

Love is being there for someone? What if that someone will grow stronger and happier without you being there? If you care, won't you let this happen?

All humans want happiness. It's strange, the variety of things they do to achieve it! One needs to fully understand happiness.

Language is such an inefficient tool!

Knowledge of self. Such a rare quality. Brely anyone ever strives for it. Why? It is considered selfish and wrong, why?

Why do I like Bombay so much? It's like a prototype of ying and yang. ie. The light and the dark. Perfection is a startling contrast.

Emotions are natural. Anger, sadness, satisfaction, envy, bliss etc... Some emotions create inner disharmony and some create harmony. We categorize them as negative and positive. A confluence of emotions is an indication of a life well lived?

Why not only happiness? If one realizes the value of this happiness and does not take it for granted, maybe. For the rest, it isn't happiness at all.

So adversity breeds brilliance. Negative emotions and experiences open doors to fully experiencing happiness.

Why does reasoning, questioning and understanding curb the potential to experience?

If one gets carried away with questions, even experience creates question marks and not moments. A balance of knowledge and experience is essential then to create a mosaic called life.

I feel connections through the eyes I think! Eyes are the window to the heart. It is so shockingly true when we keep advocating not to judge a book by its cover. If my feeling is true then eyes are not a cover but a window to the cover, a window that is open to whoever wants to look through.

A connection! Beautiful... For me it's a feeling that I can trust someone with what I value so much... me.

Why does it sometimes seem like effort to maintain a connection? Positive and negative emotions and thoughts. Connections are formed because of positive in spite of negative... It is avoiding the negative that sometimes takes effort.

Love-Being there
Trust-Live and let live
Respect-Recognise individuality

Where does the physical aspect come in? A melange of positive emotions or attraction (physical). Sex could be the last level to a relationship. A culmination into the physical through the emotional and intellectual. This is what it means to me. It could also be simply a result of attraction in a purely physical sense.

The contours of the horizon overpowered by the deep black sky overpowered by the plethora of stars as though in mirth of their victory.
We sit around to witness the dancing flames crying out in a victory of its own.
Which is the bigger victory? The dancing flames or thetwinkling stars?
Where the trumpets sound simply in the joy of existence. I believe the biggest victory is theirs. The sky, the stars, the flames and us are all victors in the battle of existence!

Battle of existence? What are we fighting? Negative circumstances, emotions and thoughts...

Exclusivity in a relationship. Isn't there always exclusivity? Why control for monopoly? Why control for anything at all?

It takes courage to take responsibility for one's actions.

Every relationship is determined by its own set of variables.

Fondnesss amongst/from children could simply come from freedom (encouraging it).

I'm gettin closer to myself. I can feel it. The feeling of authenticity is creeping in quite dramatically into my persona.

What is missing someone? We live so many beautiful moments everyday. It could mean wanting to share these moments while they happen with this special someone.

Life has so much to offer!!

The day wanes, the senses flare
As though the darkness has power to share
A torrent of thoughts flood the mind and soul
The potent spirit, with ecstacy its goal.

When hammer and heat combine
yielding power divine
turning jagged metal
into a sword so fine.

Meeta. What drew me to her is her ability to feel. The aura of a person who wants to be and enjoy every moment of it. In the agony and in the joys, she throbs with life! I'm happy she exists...

There is so much going on behind me,
but I find solace in myself and the great black sea.
The horizon twinkles with dots of light.
The oceans and sky seem one at sight.

On an invisible stretch of this road called life,
each precious moment is a beacon that overshadows all our times of strife.
A day will come when these pillars of light become symbols of joy in our mosaic of memories.

Watching a lone white stork flying into the shadow of the night,
my ignited heart urges for flight.

The rythm of the waves sparks a rythm in my heart
A rythm of life, a song of hope, a journey that must start.

The hypocrisy and the hysterics drown me.
The rocks are my refuge.

Kadam badhathe ja
manzil ek kadam aage rakh kar
jeet ke pyale piye ja!

The fatigue of a day
deflated by this moment of flight,
the darkness washed out
by a beam of light.
My heart beats in a body of steel
fuelled by the vision of the road, i feel. (To michelle)

Your boat was moored by her side,
waiting idle for the tide.
The time is right, u've found the oars
and the oceans are open wide.

The moon peeps through the clouds,
it's light shining like a pearly shroud
proclaiming the death of day and the birth of night.
The shadows moving like solitary beings.
Even the shadows deny the company one needs.

A ripple so great,
a pebble so small.
For dreams so big,
No wall is tall.

If silence was a flowing river,
one could drift as if forever.
Silence of our heads and hearts
is tougher than our calm facades.