The Mind Of Me

Just a little introduction.. We're not sure how to break this news to you, but here goes: Santa is dead. The spirit of Christmas sure isn't, but the real-life saint that inspired the jolly holiday man is very much no longer living. This shouldn't be a shock to you. What is shocking is the claim that archaeologists may have found his untouched sarcophagus. Stay tuned to see if the tomb contains a red suit. Here goes the bomb... Turkish archaeologists are apparently trying to ruin Christmas. Jokes aside, this team claims to have uncovered a huge find: the untouched burial site of Saint Nicholas, the Christian bishop who inspired the Santa Claus character. Digital scans of St. Nicholas Church in Antalya, Turkey revealed a completely intact temple and burial site underground. This region is where the saint is believed to have been born. North Pole who? "We have obtained very good results but the real work starts now," Cemil Karabayram, the ...

Setting up goals as we know is mostly the easiest, compared to proficiently actualising them. Within seconds wanted goals and future visions swarm our head. Giving us the hope that everything would go as planned. Mostly everyone brag to their coming days every year's eve, bursting through their zeal, the renewed resolution and goals. Even as the slightest thought that things won't proceed smoothly suffices, they overwhelm themselves with hopes that this time, a difference would be made. As the 0:00 gong jingles, they bounce off the previous minute failures into the present quest to actualise ready-made goals. They merry the whole season, with their hearts living in wait for the kickoff, and ultimately dashes into debuting it's premiere, and actualising them. Within two to three days even until two to three months, they phase happily through the process of actualising long term goals, and stacking up the results of which they have realised. Afterwards, weariness s...

A fantasy love poem. I held on to the bar and glided through its slide; It came past the fire and I pushed past the rocks; I passed through quaking fears and broken dreams; I came to a point where all hope seemed lost. The end seemed never coming; I saw it thinner and thinner into the forest; I ran out of vigor and almost dropped my hold on; But your voice sounded and reinforced my hope; When the slightest slumber sufficed, your whisper woke me; And hastened my way towards the spotlight; I had to get into the clouds, I need to be with the stars. At a time I was drawn towards the mountain; A very high mountain, it touched the clouds; Feeling ecstasy and terrified amidst the birds that cheered; I got to the top with only little time to live the moment; And was sent down towards the ground with brute force; I fell from the bar, and lost my grip, free falling; I tried to scream and call for help, But the air forcefully ; Pushed my voice far into my lungs, I coul...

Word has it, Life isn't fair... Life is all but hope to bear, ha ha, and probably the night cold to sneeze. Word has it that, seconds doesn't only count forward; Rather, a constant remainder that the past always will be long-lost. The drive to live life is all concerned with breaking barriers and boundaries. From extra-dimensional, we broke into the womb, and laid siege against our containing vessel for 8 months and half, exercising patience till the right moment when its defense was precariously weak. We tore it down to further break boundaries which are to come. Now, we're faced with them one after the other, making us seem very tired and weary, at the height of the impending challenges, giving way to its intimidation and seeming supremacy. We probably have forgotten that all it takes to bring a challenge crashing down, is the effort which had been built little by little till it was rightfully enough. Just a little effort regularly, will weaken its roots s...

Photo Credit: Manga Reader ....... Heart sinks deep into void, hope has lost its hold; After living in phantasm, smiling till the doom that struck; I used to spend the bright day, thinking about nothing but a bright day; Never realized the doom, continuously pawing at my walls; I used to drink cups and gourds, and merry all day; I never sourced for more, till the stocks at home became sour; The doom crawled slowly in, in with darkening clouds; It brought its handmaiden, 'Seethe', towing the lightening bolt along; They invaded mine in their numbers, tearing down its fence; The outburst started, a gale coursed, and terror rose; The rain sent it's heavy downpour, cascading all of mine; It's cold, froze my soul, setting all warmth free, granting them relief; I collapsed, my palms raised so high, my heart sunk; Hope weakened its grip, and forsook my soul; It fell into oblivion, it became a servant to doom; I hated that moment, I wept that moment; Days passed, I gr...

I got inspired by Lupe Fiasco and Guy Sebastian's Battle scars. It drove me into writing this. Enjoy as you read along. We've seen it's darkest, trodden it's gloomiest; Through life's thicket, we've bruised in and out; We've seen its colors, fought with its strongest; Now, we're counting our wounds, tending its cuts. I hope you never come back, thou blood lust; Stay where you've been bound: War, grow no more. These Battle Scars, graven deep in our hearts; Wish they vanish, it's memories along. The days after Now, filled with gay, no rue; Free from the scum of the days behind; No one after no-one, sin to eschew; The deeds of the past, kept out and confined. We stare at their faces in the night skies, Those that were fallen, that dropped their hold-on. We pledge to train our youngsters in the truth; Hope our pleas be granted, by heavens grace; Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

I fatefully stumbled upon a prominent Japanese beacon, whilst surfing through their in-despicable preserved heritage. This writer, and author of  The Book of Five Rings, the brilliant strategist and Buddhist, started forging his history-long prestige. After being foretold his destiny, he set out at the age of 16, into the world ; into the wild ; into the wind of knowledge. No sane one keeps the story; I've been portioned a ruthless glory; The earth has smouldered my feet; As it ventured past the smoking trees; The self-will blazes; Just as Fire to my Cold. The years had slowed down; It drilled me by the sword; I slowed down my heart; And trimmed off my own soul; In order to learn that much; I'm finally free and un-catchable. I've come too far to see the end now; Even if my way is wrong; But I'll keep pushing on. *Wa-l-k on So-n* Miyamoto Musashi Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.