The Mind Wanders and it forms Thoughts..Sometimes incomprehensible.

Choose to believe.. Or choose not to. May be this is my insanity, my very personal one that is driving me to do all these. May be… just may be…. It all comes down to the size of that little bit on iniquitous corner that complacently resides in all of our hearts. May be in mine it occupies a far bigger corner than I give it credit for. May be even as I speak, every moment it creeps and crawls like an invidious cancer, taking over my heart. Taking control of my actions and words, and even my thoughts. As I feel I drift farther and farther away from the ubiquitous presence that is supposed to watch over us all, the darkness falls, like rain… Reaching everywhere.. Seeping, flowing, oozing through.. The dark waters reach everywhere, making everything sodden. The cold chill that follows, as I walk.. The unfaltering companion of rain, the gale blows as if to remind you that you are wet. Sending cold chills up and down the spine..


There is noting like the smell of earth after a good rain. Nothing as invigorating, nothing as powerful exists. The holy Bible says man was made from Mud; from the earth. We have a sort of link with that earth, that supposedly gave birth to us. The two legged walk of man is the most notable of our superiority amongst, they say. But we just got farther and farther away from the earth, from the land that supports us in everyway. We stood up, and looked straight ahead. Never bothering to lookdown and feel that there is the earth, below our feet, keeping us up. We just couldn’t bear to look down, we couldn’t handle or digest the humility, that it takes to look down and relies that we aren’t all that powerful. There is this joke I read somewhere, about a conversation between ,man and God..
Man : god, we don’t need you anymore in this world.
God: Ohh…
Man : yeah, now through science we have done everything that you have done.
We can even create life from soil like u did.
God : Oh.. really .. show me
Man bends down and begins to make a man out of the Mud
God : Whooa… hold it.. Get Your own Mud…..

That is how thing s are really.. we never release how much of that we have and take for granted are gifts from God. We are proud of our visages , our brawn, our intellect , our skills and talents, and what not. But I don’t know if anyone ever stops to think that these were God given, and we should appreciate that something, rather than just take undue credit for things.