The Mysteries of Realisations

Hello People, it’s been a long time since I posted my last blog. “The Mysteries of Realisations” is a mystery of stranger’s life.

And it happened! It was not a poetry I wrote for someone who doesn’t even exist,
It was not a thought I got in the middle of my ways,
It wasn’t a philosophy I created or learned for myself,
It wasn’t the feeling I got for someone,
It wasn’t for someone I know,
It wasn’t like it was seeming. It was a mystery and better a mystery for the mysterious one where I am the mysterious one. I didn’t know that it will take me so high that I will forget the deepness but I didn’t know it either that it will make me fall and touch the profundity and yet it wasn’t core because as someone told me once “it is better to be on the surface.” It was a surface indeed but can you guess the deepness if you will catch the profundity on the surface?
The way it touched, hatred me, my every thought which was indeed for me was turning wrong, I lied for once then twice then I guess it became a hobby. Each time they asked or argued I simply lied and then they started getting it in the way it was seeming; again a wrong one. My mysteries were not enough that I made my thoughts more mysterious. I didn’t get it when it happened. Well, no one gets it when it happens so I was no different.
It was about the darkness I fought for.
It was about the sun I drowned for.
It was about the rays I tried to fetch and it was about the light; the love.
I tried, I tried it harder and harder. I don’t know what is wrong but I too have longings for light, the one people are making a mystery. I know you won’t get it and how will you get it is the biggest thing. I won’t tell you, and you will never ask me. See how amazing it is. There was a thought in my bio which says “you don’t know me but you’re about to” and it was there for quite a long time then there came the light, the light of socialisation and cherishing and being cherished so I changed it and it became “you don’t know me but you’re about to and once you will know me you will love too;” desperate indeed. But I knew and I know there are things I can bet you will love.
I laughed a lot when the realisation of life kissed me again. Moron was I. Things happens and it is really good to be socialised but it’s better to be in the dark because there are no longings and as the light rays get you the way to the source of life it starts hurting. I know offence and the better half you know and if you don’t, you will discover it by yourself because you can’t get it if it doesn’t happen to you. A great saying. But sometimes life teaches you a lot and a lot more than you can’t even think and it’s better to know but there comes my point “Realisation.”
The day you will realise the things, the day you will get knowledge about life, the day when you will see the real truth, it would be the last day of your life. And the real decay starts from the day you get acknowledged by the world. And the knowledge in some ways and better I can say in many ways outrages you, your kindness, your humanity, your attitude, your surrounding and the worse, it outrages your soul because everything comes from a soul and you start collecting the mistakes in your soul where the mistakes was there in the mystic world. And same I did but thanks to god I always have some courage hidden in the corners that always help me out from the lights of darkness. See, obsessed with my darkness. But I don’t love darkness neither I am used to it. I just have the realisation and as I said “realisation” it sucks. So, I changed my bio again with the realisation and it became “you don’t know me and you will never.” Because I am a stranger and there are things even mysterious to me and those are those I can’t write down here. And still, I am on the surface.

“With the realisation but with the courage too,
It’s all about the longings for that one you always try to find in cue,
It’s not about the darkness you live in,
It’s about the light you fetch, without burning your hands,
It’s not about getting cold blooded,
It’s about having the realisation of life and walking leaving the walls behind,
Because you are unstoppable and you can’t get fade.”

The more you will know the lesser you will live and if it’s so my doom’s day not so far (self-obsession)
With each and every realisation of life, you will find yourself nearer to the death because it’s the labyrinth of life and opposite attracts.

This is the first installment of the series “the mysteries of realisations.” The next blog will be published on next Saturday night. Till then, keep shining.

Promise day

Promise have a bizarre ability to adorn your life not less than heaven and to ruin your life not less than hell. Sometimes we promise something that is abandon of our hands but we do, sometimes just to show loyalty, sometimes due to engrossment of love, people do it often, there are a lot of things we really couldn’t promise to anyone but we do. Just to ensure the future which is out of our hands. I am not saying to not to promise but commit only for the things you can handle and just try. Try to achieve them. Try to complete your promise. Promise yourself that you will work hard to complete your promise. Just work hard. At last, it doesn’t matter you get successful or not. But ensure one thing that you really work hard to achieve the things you promised. Here, I hope for your better future and I promise I will give my best to my write-ups, I will give my best in understanding people, I ensure that it will always be a 100% effort. I promise.
Happy promise day.

Bunjo. . .

Hello people, Stranger is here with a loving experience of his Bunjo. . . .

I was shivering in the foggy night, it was one of the coldest night of the year. Shrieking in the night I was searching for a place to spend my night. I was wearing my only jacket which was not enough to save me from the cold.
Waiting in front of my house, I was hoping for someone to open the door and take me in but no one does. As night was moving, the cold was increasing hastily. My ears and head were blocked due to icy wind.
Hopelessly I sat on the steps of my house, I was disturbed, lost in thoughts, frozen in cold. No one was there to help me.
I was drowsed but my auricle is opened, the sound of chain and grumbling of something strikes me. There was something behind the second door of my house; it was like someone is struggling there. But the drowsiness left me straightens.
Sometime later, I feel something warm moving swiftly on my face and then on my palms back to back. I stood and saw, and what I saw made me feel the real love and caressing. He was my Bunjo, who was there to help me out with a blanket he uses in his house.
That was a pure love I saw in his eyes. We sat closer to each other and spent the whole night together and it reminded me of the incident with which I met my Bunjo.
It was a same shrieking night of winter I was in my room which is just next to the gallery of my house. I closed my work and moved to bed. It was 12:30 am already but tonight I didn’t get the sleep. I was trying sleep but it was uneasy to sleep because my windows were leaking chilled air. I shifted my bed a little to sleep. And finally, I got to sleep after few minute.
The main door of my house get dashed with a boom, it shattered my sleep. The next minute I hear the noise barking, some dogs were fighting there. I ignored it as a usual thing and get back to my dreams. Another dash at the main door, a harsh sound, this time noisier than before.
Again I ignored it but now, there was no sign of sleep.
I was awakened so I started collecting my thoughts. It was a deep silence there, now there were no dogs to bark, even it was easy to listen to the striking sound of needle and floor. After few minute, I hear something weird, it was like someone is grumbling, and a whimpering sound was there.
I opened my door gently and I found there was puppy sitting on my door mate. He was shivering and yelping due to cold. I found some warm clothes for him and covered him and took him inside the room.
That was a day I found my best buddy Bunjo. Once I helped him and this time he saved me from the cold.
Animals are like friends, don’t treat them poorly. They are to be loved. They understand, they care, and they love. Just treat them properly.

A Book. . .

He was a creepy story hidden behind the cover, pretty enjoyable though annoying, adorning the pages with messy stories. An unreadable book filled with miseries.
Once a girl came, she tried to candid his cover. She succeeds in reading him, she sparkled some pages with the glow of her love. His book was a kind of venom, she fields it with love.
She made his monotonous book, a fairy tell.
Glowing his book she reached the creepy, annoying though lovable part and there she found the book ugly. Before reaching the last chapter of his book she left him rotten, unfolding his life in a new sort, fetching his happiness given by herself.
In some ways, she changed the last chapter and made it tragic. First, it was sorrow but she made it bliss. And while leaving, she made his story tantrum, tormenting, full of silence, messy than before.
He was a book written in the letters which were amorphous. She made them decipherable and left open for all.
But she scratched his cover so well and left him crushed. He is now readable to all, but with a crushed scrappy cover.
Now, who will pick a book with this kind of cover?
If you didn’t like the story, just read it once again with a slit change.
Put a girl on boy’s place and boy on girl’s place. #strange