The It Doesn’t Make Any Sense is a Series which provides the canvas to capture random thoughts, lyrics, poems, dialogues, tidbits and every other written creative endeavor formed by me.
Each piece of writing is separated by a block quote. Therefore, not providing the necessary continuity to the reader which would make sense by stringing up the paragraphs together. As and when, these creative thoughts clash with me, they form words and sentences for this Series. I have been capturing them since the last six years. It is only today, that I have found the courage to share it with the world.
No one is holding you back, you can walk away, if It Doesn’t Make Any Sense to you.
There are a handful of people in this world that do the least, yet finds success the most. We label their endeavors as marinated with LUCK. But for me, LUCK is a derivative term which simplifies a highly complex placement of virtues. Thus, not enabling us to think beyond the term.
A little bit of recognition will lead to a push for glory that isn’t in the subject’s control, yet the subject is made to believe that it is their endeavor which is bringing out this outcome and transformation. Thus, forever making the subject feel good about themselves.
The very essence of consciousness is born from the retention of experiences, and reliving the aspirations from long forgotten dreams. Dreams are the desires or the worries that forms from our experiences. It is a loop that is formed when the unwarranted sights behold our glance forming residual mirages in catatonic states.
Every night we enter into a catatonic state. It is only when we arose the next morning, is when we are alive again.
A comma is given the most importance as it forms before a period. It provides the moment of introspection, suspense without the culmination.
Sometimes life takes a turn which you don’t anticipate. Suddenly you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. You realize that you have been abandoned. You wait for the arrival of your carriage but it’s nowhere to be seen. Hope is lost. Thoughts creep in about pulling the trigger to put you out of your misery. But you stop, hoping to meet your destiny. Hope is regained.
Some of the most complex and complicated things, situations and narrations in life seem so simple. There is no anticipation whatsoever. It seems like I know before even they happen which takes away the surprise factor from it. I question myself, is it my smartness that is playing its tricks or is it God’s greatest gift to me? Only time will tell.
I always wanted a glorified death but I am getting a common one, now. No one will ever come to know about me.
You know what is industrialization?
It is like taking out a boy from a mother’s womb and explaining to him about sexual intercourse so that when he attains puberty he can start reproducing.
Similarly, a third world country is like a virgin territory. You fuck them with anarchy and war and then loan them with your money. Once they start defaulting, you go after their natural resources, minerals, agricultural produce and so forth, completely draining them out. When you are done extracting their natural reserves then you go after their people and make them your mercenaries who would wage a war at the blink of an eye so that you can satisfy your thirst for monopoly over another virgin territory.
Do you know when this ends?
It ends when you are the only one left alive. You are expecting an audience so that you can proudly spit out your monologue “Like I said, I am the most powerful human being.” You stop; you suddenly realize that you are the only one talking while your words echo to you. Nobody is there to acknowledge your achievements and you start drowning in the sea of self-loathe. You start thinking that one day you will be heard, you will have audience; you would have followers/believers/worshippers who would listen to your pompous speech but before the time arrives, Madness would cripple you completely. Your world wouldn’t be your reality anymore.
It is a reverie emanating factuality to meet you now and share these enigmas, who discerns if we will perpetually encounter once more…
While leaving your company, in your going away speech you say that you learnt a lot from the colleagues around you, your bosses and all. But the same did not happen in my going away speech. I started by saying “Rather than me thanking you, you should be thanking me because I taught you guys from the scratch. You didn’t know a shit about how business is done. Earning big bucks would certainly count you amongst the richest but not INFLUENTIAL. In order to be a change-agent, you have to be influential through your thoughts, actions and principles which weren’t evident here. You weigh relationships on the basis of monetary power but you don’t value them. You shout at your employees like they are your dog that is trying to run away from you while you are holding onto their leash. You believe in absolutely secrecy so that no one gets to know your success formula but the fact of the matter is that your business practices are so scandalous that I am very scared to disclose it to the world because then I would become the whistleblower. You would want to scourge me by accessing your dubious contacts. Hey Buddy! I know they are daaangerous.
As a closing statement, I want to say that I am fucking relieved that you have relieved me from my duties.
There was lightning in the cloud
Their noise were so loud
I was so scared
That I went under my bed
I wished, if it could just stop
So that on my bed I could hop
But it rained incessantly, All night long
All I could do is just to pray to god
To make me feel strong
Listen to my song and hear my story.
I always wanted to say, but no one was listening to me.
The words that would come out, from my mouth, today-y-y
Would form my premise till I demise
I was a boy with a broken toy
I felt remorse and no joy.
I grew up listening to Imagine.
Then I fell in love with Evelyn.
One day I find out that she ran away.
I became numb and could not say.
I love you today and everyday.
I started drinking and drowning in my sorrow
For me there was only past and no tomorrow
How would I live without you Evelyn
You are my world, you are my life
Without you, I can’t survive.
You live in my memory
I don’t know why you left me.
And gave me this misery.
I just want you back in my life
I am running out of words, I am running out of breath
This song will come to an end and my life with it.
When you listen to this, I’ll be gone.
I am putting myself out of this misery.
Picture Therapy: It is a therapy by which static images of a certain scenario are projected on a screen for a period of 30 mins for 7 days consecutively. The therapy makes you feel exhausted, nauseated and dizzy. Only feel good pictures are projected but it is not limited to when you consider criminals that can use this therapy to brainwash innocent minds.
You get to know your birth date from others. You don’t know when you arrived.
The time has come for ONE MAN to rule the World and create and implement a peace template which would be used for generations to come. The mind is the key.
In the land of lazy people, Work goes out in the world, so that it can be hired. But no one seems to be interested. No one looks at Work. Then Work plays a trick. It starts writing numbers in multiples of 1, 5, 10, 100 and 500 on rectangle pieces of paper and calls it “Money”. Work announces if it is hired then it would give “Money” to those lazy people that hires it. Lazy people become interested and start hiring Work. Work thinks it has become famous, but then as it delves deeper into the minds of the lazy people. Work realizes that it is given importance because of the rectangle piece of paper. Without Money, Work is Useless.
The tranquilizer has pierced through the heart creating a lifeless soul. A soul which doesn’t feel the pain of its surroundings. It doesn’t have any ambiguities of its future nor any regrets of its past. It wanders around with no hope, no aim and with no path to follow. The journey is simple yet the destiny is unknown. It is just wavering around emotionless walking till the end of infinite time. At times, it stops and looks around to see if it is followed. Slowly but steadily when the sun rises removing the darkness of the night. The lifeless soul realizes that it is not alone. It has a shadow that will live with it forever. It is the only friend that the Lifeless Soul has.
The world wants to notice you
But you want to get lost in the darkness
Life is so beautiful,
You are my love, you’re so precious
Come on, take my hand
I am going to take you far
Relive the moments that we had
Let’s spend the night together
A caricature is not careless cartoon. It is a funny perspective induced with sarcasm.
Do you want to be the everyday man or once in a generation man.
We are like the captain of a sinking ship. We know that the outcome is inevitable yet we yearn for miracles to happen.
The sea bed welcomes us with open arms but we strive to stay afloat. The chilling waves catches us off-guard and we nearly drown banishing our existence. Sticking out our nostrils atop the freezing water, we hope to breathe the last whiff of air before we surrender ourselves to the numbness of our limbs and heart.
With the advent of computers and the internet, even the Cloud is up for sale.
One-Shot-Hot-Shot: A person who achieves fame for just one project/work/gig.
In the dreams, I see you
Take me with you
The clouds are pink
The sun is green
We are in a flying, automobile
Surrounded by flora and fauna
The earth’s looking so greener
My heart just beats to love songs
We’re just gonna sing along
Hey Oh, Hey Oh, Hey Oh, Hey Oh, O-O-O
Don’t you wake up, don’t you wake up, don’t you wake up, Just Today
This life is a fairytale
I am the Prince and you’re the Princess.
We will live forever, to tell this tale
Showering love on people near us
Let’s make sense in a nonsense world.
I come in droplets putting a smile on your face. While you look up in the sky I kiss your face. You pray for me when you face the heat. Your prayers are answered… At last, HERE I AM….
Man evolved from Stone-Age, then experienced Iron-Age and now we are in Garb-Age
What is Success? Success is when your signature becomes an autograph…
If guns kill people, then pencils misspell words, cars make people drive drunk, and spoons make people fat. Not everyone is perfect.
When you fail to deliver and people around you are angry with you then you know in your heart that their anger is not towards your failure but it’s more to do with you failing to match your true and hidden potential. They know you can perform much better. But when they feel pity then you know that you are done and over because they have given up on you and know there is no potential left in you. Anger is always better than pity.
Ideas should be shared and grown democratically and not patented.
You are in the middle of the action. Enjoy it live rather than reliving it through recorded versions of it. I command you to put back the 5inches and 6inches in your pockets where it came from. You don’t buy a ticket for a live event to record it. The TV producers does a much better job than you. Enjoy every moment of you being in the action.
“You have so many contradictions in your statement
When you say ‘LOVE IS GREAT’ but do not believe its testament.
Whenever you talk about ‘LOVE’ it makes me think
That are you the same person who said ‘LOVE’; stink
Oh! I forgot that you were betrayed in Love
Hence you started believing that there was NO HEAVEN ABOVE
When you saw me, you said to yourself ‘I May Be Wrong’
This world still has emotions left for you which you couldn’t feel all along
Maybe, I am the next Lover in your story
Life isn’t always fill with sadness, baby
Because; We all have a heart to LOVE AND BE LOVED”
Until the time you receive widespread acclaim, you are a nobody.
Widespread acclaim basically signifies that you have inspired people with something novel
So work, produce and showcase endlessly
Let the world judge and take notice of your efforts
What would seem ordinary to you may end up becoming a masterpiece or masterstroke
Nobody really knows the way the world is tickled and coerced
People who say they have cracked this code are people who aren’t dreaming.
They are the same people who would say that you don’t stand a chance.
Demotivation is like a pill that will reduce your chance of dreaming.
Dreaming something great.
So, I beg you not to take the pill.
Please go to sleep and dream, will you.
Dreaming is the first step to something extremely important which you shouldn’t deprive yourself of.
The simplest indication of time travel is when an empty road in which the journey is normally completed in 10mins takes an instant. The space between spaces becomes constricted and the distance becomes shorter.
As a salesman, every closed door is an opportunity. Because the salesman gets to knock on them.
When you can’t sell a product. Donate it. Create Evangelists. – by #SalesmanUnableToMeetTargets
Always try to be the opposite person. If the other person is boisterous then you be the calm one. Do it vice versa.
Make it difficult for someone to achieve their desirous want. When they receive it, they would be more protective of it due to the fear of losing it.
Planning is crucial. Executing as planned is essential.
A group of geeks involved in machine learning algorithms, holographic projections and roboanimatronics have developed the “Respect Button”. They say the objective of this button is to provide users an understanding towards the cognitive function of the act of “Respect”. Why users “Respect” certain living things, objects and so forth. This button is critical into understanding the vast synapses of the brain impulses. According to these geeks, “Respect” is better than “Like” as it enhances the aspirational status of anything. It has a more serious connect amongst human. Facebook, Twitter and Google are in the race to acquire this technology for a whopping sum of $4 billion dollars. The tech giants state that the acquisition would give them competitive edge and also help them understand why humans “Respect” anything. – Myversionoffakenews Reports
Through a baby’s eyes, the world is so beautiful
Through a boy’s eyes, the world is filled with enthusiasm
Through a teen’s eyes, the world is filled with so much excitement
Through a man’s eyes, the world is scary and so irresponsible
Perception changes with increased awareness. Don’t look at the shell and determine its beauty. Try and learn about what’s inside.
In order to avoid criticism, I don’t share my literary works with the public. People are judgmental and they don’t have the sense of appreciation. All they try to do is find faults. If they are more open-minded then the world would have been a much more conducive environment for sharing and inspiring.
I have an expensive phone but no one to call
No one to pick up, when I drop my ball
I have an expensive bike but no one to pillion ride
I am all alone and I have no one in my stride
People say life is wonderful but for me it is misery
Glory seems far-fetched and luck never favors me
I look at a moving train hoping to board it
Life is colorless and I am bored of it
I walk the path alone hoping that someone would hold my hands
Someone would tuck me in and caress my hair strands
Comforting me when I am in distress
Motivate me during my stress
These are thoughts and not horses galloping
All I can do is lay back and just keep hoping
Just keep hoping, just keep hoping
Get up, someone shouts from behind
I look around, he smiles and it was well-timed
He hugs and tells me, this is not the end
I was always here for you, you never noticed me, my friend
Like I shadow, I followed you everywhere
But your eyes were rolling around, looking elsewhere
Yet you don’t notice me in reality
Even when I am in your proximity
You have no right to sit and sulk
Because you are not a mere mortal, you are HULK.
Then why are you in my head and not here.
I am multi-dimensional, I can be
Because I am Professor Charles Xavier
“The roads are long and curvy. Nightfall makes me nervy” said the dude while Siri helped him post it on Facebook. He misses the light, he misses the sunshine. It was already morning as they drove past the meadows during springtime. It wasn’t him, it was Google, driving.
Bold and old.
Murdered by its sins.
The circle of lie,
Here be told.
Till our putrefied rupture begins.
Mocking the past,
As we lay in our present.
Shocked and aghast,
We were hell-bent.
The future which was once so bright.
Till we lit the matches, and laid the light.
The scattered ashes lay down below.
Our eyes sucked in, and all that remains, was hollow.
War is a diversion to attain a capitalistic harmony, which also is a ceremony, a propaganda, a bunch of hoodlum’s party.
We are living inside a tiny droplet of water, which is sitting atop a tongue of gargantuan being. Don’t tickle its palette, because we are just a swallow from annihilating ourselves.
To hell with paradise.
Money buys a lot of things that can contribute to happiness, but cannot buy happiness in itself.
The number 6 is embedded deeply in the fabric of our cosmos. The number 9 is an upside-down 6, and it is the vital cog that stretches and de-stretches the fabric we call, Life. The Hexagon, a 6-faced shape form the tiny parts of the fabric which isn’t visible to our naked eye. Each thread of this fabric is called the String. Each String has a Hook that rotates to turn the string forming new dimensions, distorting time. Gravity plays an active part in rotating the hook. Thus, depending on the effects of Gravity, the space-time continuum is derived from the rotating shifts in the hook. Once this hook is identified, then it would be much simpler to manipulate it, enabling us to distort time forever. Once we can control the dimension of time, we will be then be able to enter the next phase of evolution.
Do you know, that I am the most in secured man? I am the most paranoid. My eyes are peeled, for I shall not cheat life with death, at the hands of any. Be it an animal, a man, or a maniacal me. I want to finally foretell my destiny. I am always on the lookout, of my end, for I shall try and circumvent. Thus, friends are none, and everyone is a foe. Even my closest ally, and even people I don’t know. I am on the tenterhooks of my morbid life. Each passing day, I kill to survive.