Ever changing life..

Everyone is wandering around. In hope for something good, in hope for something better, in hope to fix something, or in the deepest of urges to get things simpler. Everyone is fine. Everyone is sick. Life's a cycle, a drama full of characters. Homes are the best. Schools are even better. Homes are asylums. Schools are jails.

Life is a cycle. One moment something is damm right and everything's gone the next moment. Again and again you find a bit of your heart's wishes, and again every now and then you lose your happiness in a way or the other. Everyone's perfect. Everyone's damaged.

Life is a treat. Life is a threat. Its like a heart pulse. One beat is this.. Other is totally that.

But that's the thing! This fricken painting is made up of all colour combinations- this, that, sweet, sour, pretty, ugly, pretty ugly..............

You can't say just once, permanent enough, that you _ _ _ _ life because it just changes all the time with speed of light. Maybe that's the speed of life. Or maybe even faster!!

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Life- Too abstract to measure..

Who is it living at the very core? The moody one. A figure who others use to observe and analyze who we are from. These figures we make ourselves a part of. Each day, each second is a drama. What is that abstract feeling, out of which all the feelings are inherited and polished into specific and rigid definitions? Do we feel those simple feelings purely at all? Isn't the taste of something the best conclusion our mind can reach by the efforts of senses.. ? Aren't we extending that basic figure into our own versions?

What if the mirror isn't right? What if we go blind to those figures? Being just fine physically. Would we see totally different then? Maybe a different kind of image, painted by colours we don't know yet. How will you look right now if you were made of feelings than a face made of skin? Will I ever be able to guess your look if you just teleport yourself out of physics? Would I still see you? Or would you see yourself in the mirror then? Would you believe it then? Or, would you still not let anyone see the inner image, if you dont have the basic lines anymore?

I am a figure. A setup of colours. A glow within borders. A thought floating like a halo, just hidden behind illusions of mass and gravity. Can you see me, how I am changing shape and colour right now? Can we still talk? Do we have to talk? I am not my face, or my name, or religion, or my skin- I am a fume flying back and forth and so are you.
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Why so serious?

Just shut up with your that look Joker..
I am tryin' to have a moment here..

Woo.. A moment? Stop with that philosophical bullshit!
Hey.. Wanna know how I got these scars?

No!! But your scars are just outside!!
Who gives a shit about your face anyways..

I do.. I use white boot polish for fairness each day..

Yeah right! You know.. I am scared..

Hoooo.. So.. Finally! Batman's scared..!

No, its not that you fool.. Listen..
Everybody knows me by my image..
What if I dont have a suit anymore..

The Batman will go naked!!

..No one's gonna recognize me anywhere..
I 'll be out of comics, cartoon shows..
My hollywood career too would be ruined to ashes.. !

Whoa.. Never thought that way..
But guess what- a new Batman is just born..
A saint Batman!

AAAArrrrggghhhh!!!

Hehehehehkhhh!! Now wanna know how I got these scars?!

Whatever!! #$@^#!!

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Life is just too short to live with that good man certainty.. Yes, settling into a pillar to hold responsibilities is a good thing. But getting lost in physics forever is a wastage of that abstractness. What if for a second- life is seen outside of living at a place, studying in a college or working somewhere? A fine balance between dreams and reality is, of course, something to be understood. Life is too short for living outside the line as well.. But how would you paint yourself right now if we can't go by the mirror or any kind of replication? Which colour are you made of right now? What's your shape? And gesture? Can you see yourself? Would you still let others see you?

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