the explorer's stone

 Within the confines of our boundation we lie. Our cries disguise themselves as smiles. We  always try to cross the boundary. To satiate our curiosity. We cry, whine , weep and try. Never ever taking a sigh of relief. We always believe. That we missed on something. We can't recognise it distinctly. Amongst the clutter of our desires. Always filling our whole by setting up falsely curated goals. We selected our pains and sacrifices. And embarked on a hero's journey. Grinding , frustrating and eventually becoming villian. We try to snatch other's fruits. To have a taste of thier  heavenly flavours. Soon they turn into sour fruits. Rotting the whole garden. There's no one to blame and no one's to pardon. In the eternal  cycle of destruction and regeneration. After reaching the pinnacle of success we fail. Like a dog chasing his own tail.

 Trying to sell us a lot of things these corporates are capitalizing on our insecurities. Things that we don't necessarily need but still creating a catastrophe to enlighten us with this wasteful products utility. Providing us with all comforts and luxury we don't need. They entrap us within a golden cage where everything is marvellous and shiny. But  soon it starts to fade we realize all this time we were in jail. Coating of gold erodes and we can clearly see the ugly face beneath thier altruistic mask. Not even making us realizing about our own misery they make us prisoners of our own filth and greed. Don't you think that being cognizant about our shortcomings and evil deeds and then facing it's repercussions are better than not knowing them at all and living in an illusion of considering that oneself as prince,kings, queens and wise ministers of our falsely augmented empires. Only to realize one day that it was all a hoax, seeing your beloved world getting destroyed

 Silently waiting for our mortality to disintegrate our dreams. Destruction is the ultimate truth then why don't we believe. The things that we see. Destruction wrecking all of us day by day. Still we don't wish to foresee the wrecking catastrophe. We should award ourselves with trophies for going on with our lives being oblivious to the infinitive which is spreading it's jaw to devour us. But following our paradigms we go on, many of us being naive and coward look for the ultimate glee in thier implanted supposed wishes and dreams without recognising end as there ultimate peace. But some of us know our inevitable doom becoming numb to all the crests and troughs of the wave we are riding on. Being unabashed by the monster of the deep seas they row their boats with oars of courage and frivolity.

 Today I woke up at night ? Ya my day started at 2:30 am as I woke from a nightmare. After a while I didn't remembered it distinctly but there was a creep roach monster troubling me in the dream and hence my day began. First of all I turned my lights opened the windows and checked upon my room thoroughly every slight bit of murmuring and disorientation would freak me out fortunately none of that shit happened. I glanced over the window looking at the building adjacent to me everything was quite peaceful out there. No burglary, no murder nothing unlike movies where arbitrarily our main protagonist wakes and sees a catastrophe screaming for a hero's adventure to begin, anyway nothing of that stuff happened. I wanted to look at night sky but all these buildings engulfed my vision towards the infinite bounding with it's confines. By the way I have this weird habit of drawing metaphors from the most mundane and trivial things like the arrangement of a garland and the series of s

 How wise a person could be ? To know his own demise. To see himself naked with all his virtues and vice Why one always seeks to be nice? To avoid confrontations maybe. But why we are hiding from it? Knowing the fact that it will inevitably come to us. Knocking at our doorsteps. It might seem dangerous. But remember it was always with us. We sent him to exile. For our own greedy appetite. Someday it will be his turn to redeem. By making us eternally asleep. But there would have been no need to worry. If we would have invited him. There's something he wanted to say. On which we don't agree. We are always in hurry. To dismantle his worries. Eventually burying everything we don't agree. But we fail to see. Happiness and glee beneath his disguise. Which he himself don't realize. The pious hidden deep within us . So enticed by our roles. We forget to look at all the stories and prose. Which liberates us from the lands of unknown.

We never thought about the things that we will be end up doing during our childhood. Hell we were too engrossed in our daily and mundane reality drenching it with our innocence and frivolity. Too occupied in our play and friends it meant world to us that time. Never one could have imagined the things, people and circumstances that the small child will have to face in it's coming years still we got some glimpses of that life through our parents and adults that we interacted with. Peeping into their lives and vicariously living through it as though our lives was a clear mirror but slowly that mirror rusted he started to show us numerous weird and obscure images binding us into its tantalizing world filled with stories,ideas, narratives and primate sexual needs. As we were first introduced by the concept of sex we got really fascinated yet disgusted by it like it was our guilty pleasure it was like that dark lit room of our classroom which was deemed as supernatural but still we were

There's a pot of poison hidden deep within our closets of heart. It afflicted our lives from the very start . There is no path, which could let us find that bar where we could break that pot from deep trenches of our hearts. There's an alchemist inside that bar who is mixing and playing with our insecurities and flaws. Trying to mix that poison of pot. Making us gradually rot after every shot.Making us feel dizzy, uneasy.At that moment everything seems easy. Believing in everything we can't see.Enticing us into it's frangnance and spells. As he comes from the lands of mysteries and illusions.There's no way for him to get  caught as he disguise himself into various forms. One fine day I got myself an antidote by abstaining my wish to reach the shore where our worlds could merge and eventually found  effects of the poison purge as I mixed the anti dote with every shot. ~Atharva Salpekar

 In search of something perfect. I devote my life to. Something which is not bounded by constraints of time and space. She is whom I elect. To provide me with misery and disgrace  Pain and transformations are the things I embrace. Something which makes me selfless. I am tired of being helpless. In quest of this mirage like desires. Which I once embraced. I feel ashamed. Of all the choices that I made. But I'm glad for doing such mistakes. For providing me with directions in such mist and haze. I could see myself being spitted out by the monster of chaos and futile chase  But I could see her stand by. Her gaze made me amazed. This time I couldn't fail. She picked me up from my rotten,spitted out state  Guided me with the path that I never dared to take. Sculpted me to unravel my inherent grace.  .

 He realised. There were enough lies. On which he used to rely. Every day not telling himself truths. All his cuts and bruise. Were left unchecked and unhealed. There were enough hints and leads. For him to leave. From this realm of suspicion and greed. He wanted to redeem. But instead he closed my eyes and fell asleep. Being oblivious of the catastrophe. But  now as he is awakened. From the garden of Eden. He is ready with all his weapons and shields. And handle this responsibility. To pave his way through the hero's journey.

 In search of a shore he went. Looking near him he saw many people like him searching for the same, causing a menace and chaos all over the place. It was a huge tower where all this things were happening. People could clearly see the shore and the beach. outside of that tower there was a long queue of vehicles and all of their owners were rattling with each other fighting with each other it seemed like an infinitely long queue. but somehow we could see shore very distinctly from this messy queue we didn't knew how it was disjointed with this road but anyhow everyone wanted to reach that shore. I don't know why but that shore really enticed us to reach there as though there was some strange paradise which was disguising it self as shore and somehow we knew that, hell nobody knew what was going on everyone was just so obsessed with the shore. Every single step towards the shore felt like walking through a golden slime drenched in heavenly scents and sweets but in actuality was li

 In search of golds and diamonds. We always go. Nothing ever truly getting. We return to our descended homes. Always try to find the shore. Where our world's could merge. We cry, whine ,weep and try. In search of new golds and shores. Only to know it was all a hoax. Everyday fighting a never ending battle with our inevitable doom. Surrounded by our gloom. Making us cognizant about our own limitations. Passing through all the seasons of dawn and dusk. We start to loose our trust. On the promise that we made to ourselves. Finally extinguishing our will. We sit down and relax. Introspecting on all the pranks. That nature does to entice us. And keeps the wheel of greed rolling. What is the worth we ask? At end of it all. We failed to satiate our hopes and wants. We look back at our lives. Glancing over the mountains that we climbed. Reaching new heights. We wanted to find shores. Were we truly belonged to. Only to find we left that shore long ago. Cause we got bored. With its mundane l

 Never ever he truly found himself. Always living  for somebody else. This time nobody was on his back. Nobody to provide him with a track. Where he could run and exhaust his energy. Nobody was besides him to provide that synergy. He was lost and confused. Where should he run and for whom. Being aware of his inevitable doom. There was no purpose to his life. Then he saw her. Approaching towards him. She seemed like a bright light. Enlighting his world with multitude of colours. Maybe she could find his purpose. Her sparkling gleam blinded him. Gradually he could find numbness draping his body. He could find himself disembodied. All that colours started to merge. Forming a blank window pane. His life started to flash on that window. Tears rolling down from his eyes as his life started to purge. He went closer to it. But he started to flow. A big blow. Water sprouted from the  window. He found himself into the midst of deep ocean. Drowning into her deep devotion. What are you looking at

 Alarmingly he went outside the door. He was stressed he was supposedly entering into a new reality which just a random guy declared as real and ultimate. He was waiting for some strange and obscure things to happen which could torment the loosely bounded fabrics of his existing reality. Waiting for it to happen he waited and hid himself from everybody else. Closing his eyes he waited for some sort of distortion to happen. After a while he heard some strange demonic laughter., his eyes was closed but still he could fear the excruciating pain that this monstrous demons could impend on him just by hearing their ferocious laughter. Are these my demons he said to himself maybe be thinking about the demons are augmenting this illusions I should stop thinking about them Sam i should stop thinking about it wait WTF why I am taking this name I only know a friend whose name was same he used to call me Sam ,is my name Sam. The laugh started to fade as he questioned himself more and more and thou

 My shadow talks to me all night. Showing my life in hindsight  All the things that I missed. All the values that I dismissed. All the friendships that I broke  Just for the sake of fulfilling this whole. Whose thirst never quenches  Why you always try to pursue me? He asks.  Amongst all the masses wearing masks. I have got nothing except emptiness for you. Always giving your ego bruise. I said smilingly. That's what I always wanted from you. To make you realize our powers that we bestow. I lend my hands to him. He was hesitant at first. But gradually our hands started to merge. His shadow started to dim. Forming a gleaming lightening. Forging with me. We finally attained our ultimate bliss.

An ideal we hold for ourselves. For aiding us to know thyself. We strive to become like him. Butchering all our mistakes. Glorifying ourselves to an extent. Where one can't find oneself. We become anxious, distressed. For all our small mistakes. Becoming slave of that ideal. Who is himself unreal. We pass through this ordeal. Eventually creating our  deities and demons. We fight our own lunatic battles.

 A dichotomy as clear as crystals. I could distinguish between all their colours  Wielding my sword i execute. All the colours that fades others. Engulfing others into themselves. They create nuisance. Every color been fearful. Just by looking at their stance. Me being an executioner. Tries to fade them all. With all my just righteousness. Fading them into my color. But by been so merciless. I found myself just like everybody  else. whom I frowned upon. Our distinctions starts to fade. Eventually becoming the same colour that everybody hates.

That beautiful evening was inviting. Peace and serenity draped us all. Everybody was marveling and mesmerizing. At her sparkling glory. Which made us humble and small  But soon that serenity turned into an adversity. Showing her disastrous avitar. She shocked us all. Inquiring us all about our misdeeds. She redeemed and quenched her thirst for vengeance . For exploiting her with cruel negligence. At whose expense? You have built this all. She asked. Whom do you glorify and for what.? You think you are progressing by deteriorating us all  Remember you too will get destroyed. In this wild fire that you have ignited. Where you will run? and where you will go? In this menace of destruction you too will flow.

Her ferocious and witty smile  She appeared seemingly more hostile. As though she is gonna devour me  But a strange kind of attraction . Enticed me into her trap. There was no road map. To escape from her tantalizing beauty. It just took  fraction of second for us. To pounce over each other. And commit a frivolous crime. Which just began with a smile.

Our race to infinity. Nothing could quench our thirst. Our illusions are soon going to be burst  As a kid everybody thought about been everything. But when they are introduced to the nothing. Everything shatters. What remains are the ashes of our trials. Enlightening us with all hopes . Our childhood leaves. We try to fulfill them  through various means  But at the end of it all. We are just left with  tears and weeps 

 Extinguishing all my will. These monoteny is ready to engulf me  Asking me how you will pay your bills. I am clueless, directionless. Don't know how to answer all her questions Maybe I should let my dreams be buried. Everybody is worried. But how can I let it go. I can't lose this battle with my inner foe. All our lives we are been tied. By our falsely curated desires. I have no time to think about incurring misery. In the journey of my rediscovery.  

 Maybe we would never be happy. Maybe the things that we always envisioned for ourselves would never get fulfilled to an extent we thought it could be.  I know it's really poingant to say any person that thing and unfortunately these are the bitter truths that are hard to  swallow maybe they might even kill you ( obviously at a metaphysical level). But one should be always cognizant about this. It's always good to better yourself but in what context, that no one tells us. Probably nobody has answer to that because most of them never felt good about there life and themselves and always strived to become better versions of themselves there whole life until nature shown them it's worst form. Only few people are at peace with themselves and there reality, but who are they. Are they celebrities, rich billionaires or a person high on physecedelics. This question always bothered me I wanted to find the answers but I couldn't get. Many questions were surging within me. I wanted

 Many ships were marching towards one designated location which were commanded to their pilots before the advent of this mission. Not caring about the aftermath they approached they had only one mission in their head and that was to conquer the land they seemed to us like humans without intent as though they were designed just to complete the mission. We saw a flock of ships coming towards as soon as we  saw them we guarded our ships and attacked them with our missiles imbedded beneath the cockpit of our ships. There ships twirled and dodged our missiles as though they were performing a circus show . One of the soldiers left the cockpit  used the flying jet instilled in his armor numerous guns and weaponry coming out of his armor and been wielded in his hands. He evaded from our ship and entered theirs only to find himself getting dismantled by them. Like numerous soldiers infiltrated our foes ship whereas our ship was been automated . We saw our foes ships been morphed and transformed

 Looking at the balcony of my house I always tend to think about various forms of life which co exists in this world. Each having their own stories, agendas, problems and their own perspectives to look at world some more finely developed others poorly so , some being more rigid on their philosophies others being to vague about it. Looking down from  here I can see tiny, miniscule people having supposedly higher sense of self been totally oblivious about their own demise which could manifest in so many forms and could quickly cease their existence, been above everybody else I realize how inconsequential their lives are still they are trying to reach me , trying to rescue me from whom I ask.. I  standing above everybody else could see the futility of their life. There are certain things that i want to convey them but they misinterpret it into something else causing more chaos and havoc down there. Some are trying to reach me by stacking corpses of the people hoping they could eventually

 What's the nature of reality? Is it definitive or it is more subjective and perceptive. Like there are many instances where one feel helpless out of control of there own realities, they find no way out of their ordeal. In such circumstances people tend to offer countless advices to that person which to look at is quite reflective of their own experiences and preferences. Some advice to seek god, some say to fight the circumstances with vigor and have hopes for the future and many others. I  wonder how blind we become to our own faiths and beliefs knowing the fact that it gets morphed into something else after every few kilometers. How can reality be objective if our own perceptions regarding it are so dispersed. If reality would have been objective then it could have contained few bits of uniformity which every thinker could have traced down by their intellect perhaps there is a commonality which binds us all but we are unaware of it, Science almost seemed to answer all this quest

        Art of reading Many of us tend to have pre conceived notions regarding books and unfortunately its not good. Books are perceived as those hellish gatekeepers through which one could surpass the dreading and terrifying abodes of exams. Pardon me for been too cheesy but it’s the perceived reality of many students who are part of our Indian education system especially those who frown from studies. In this article I will try to make you realize how fun reading can be and what are the ways through which you could make process of reading more interesting and insightful. Personally, speaking I too had my fair share of reluctance and doubts regarding books. Whenever I used to go to library, I saw heap of books stacked along the shelves of library. I don’t why but initially I refrained myself from reading books just by seeing them in library.   But peer pressure finally dragged me into this competitive arena that reading has become, just to impress my peers I use to read those fat