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Amidst the breeze of wistful thinking,

Under the scorching heat of opinion,

Lay bare the corpse of human emotion.

Emancipated are the wings of free notion

who swelter and pelter until they cease motion.

The array of judgement sails through the fleet of pure conscience

To salvage the reckless deeds done by sheer reliance.

Yet still the quench of humanity remains unsatiated.

Because the  tide of selfishness has perforated.

The army of minds that have been decapitated. 

May her saviour be in the offing,

Or else we may just watch her decay and rotting.

In multifarious ways does the world con us into believing that darkness is our enemy, that night is our nemesis. But what whispers convince us to believe so?

 The squalid ways it incapacitates our sense of sight? Or is it just bare human instinct to fear what cannot be seen? Isn’t that what our life goals ultimately converge into: safety et security?

The dark persuades us to raise our shields and wield for war. But why do we not treat light the same way? We say justice and fraternity are our prior morale, but does it stand invalidated for nature as well? 

Darkness is not our enemy, nor is light our comrade; they run in the same allies of deceit and fraudulence. 

To face darkness, a brandished sense of security must be revived. Thence darkness is just a metaphor that mirrors our worries. The true  discomposure crouches in plain sight: the future. 

The fan-spread vista of turbulent rain has enraptured my thoughts and embezzled my beliefs, I cannot help but gaze at the downpour. 

So here comes my question, how does the rain make me feel? At first it is certainly this radiating contempt. A loathe emanating from the deepest corners of my thoughts. But why so? What sin hath the rain committed for me to feel so? What deed does it treasure for me to feel this abominable anguish which no man has made me feel as of yet? 

Thus analytically I can only befall on one conclusion. Obstinacy. My reluctance to change the frame of my thought, to let go of what has past and welcome the advent of a new season and a new reason. Rain cannot have done no deed wrong, and the Sun certainly hath not done me any favor. It had brought me perspiration just as the rain will only bring me drench. The false sense of insecurity, insecurity that arises due to lack of familiarity daunts me.

Must I confess that I solemnly do want to stand beneath the clouds and taste the sickening damp of nature. Does this desire of beatitude not unleash my crave for nature? Yet all of this is wrapped in the echo of my conscience. An echo beckoning to release my reluctance and consider my contempt redundant. Alas it seems like the virtue of the great is not above me and forgiveness is beneath me. Oh how I wish I could separate my intellect from my pure human desire. 

Reflection is a perception,
An unrequited inception.
Introspective and retrospective,
Reminiscing is interdictive.
Because what we truly see
May not actually be.

Memories are muddled by individualistic opinion,
And thoughts are befuddled by refuted contradiction.
Who we are is a dubious conjecture,
And what we may morph into is obscure.
Because what we truly see
May not actually be.

Years do we not ponder on our facade,
And yet what do we get other than a passed decade?
Constructing an intrepid exterior has been a motive,
To shield the inner innocence covered yet denotive.
Because what we truly see
May not actually be.

So who do we trust across that dusty mirror?
Our heart? Or the image of a mild contour?
For The depths of our reality is unfathomable,
The destination of life is alike and immutable.
Because what we truly see
May not actually be.

Age old love in film and fantasies
A reverie in youthful surfeit.
Delineating a promise of forsaken glories
Intrepid and resolute she conforms citizens
Providing a deep vista of thought .
In her presence called forth are masterpieces
With a vista of voracious thoughts and summons
Silence is a vortex of emotions
Emotions embellished in the very precinct of our conscience
Svelte and staunch inherent in her very roots
She is the epitome of grace
Incantations and rites of ethereal beings cannot compare
To the supple nature of her miraculous feat.
We deprecate love, power, greed and trust
But never have we distrusted the might of silence.
For only depravity of her is an improbable notion.
Equivocal and equanimous her enigma apprehended.
Silence fortifies our fear and amplifies our apathy.
Intellectually she is my lullaby,
My oracle and debacle simultaneously.

“One word that frees us of all weight And pain in life, that word is, love.” - Aristotle
“Love” isn’t a mere word, it is a religion; A panoply of emotion. Love is an overwhelming sensation with no measure of certainty. The depth of feeling is bottomless,
it engraves a new dimension to our understanding of the universe as we know it.
But love is not what we perceive it to be. The idea has been in cliched in prolific writings and it’s mundanity astonishes me. Love emanates from the purest corner of our heart, sublime human emotion. Love is when a Mother first sees her child; when a sibling utters their first syllable. Love is when we paint that smile on an orphans face, or when we provide shelter to a stray animal on a stormy night.
Romanticism is an ideology that is misconcepted and misinterpreted with the word love. The general populace does not discern the amount they abuse the abstract belief of love. It is pretentiously thrown around like a chew toy. It is butchered to momentary sights; physical drives and titillating sugar coated talks. It is celebrated for it’s popularity in martial ties rather it should revelled for it’s power.
Love can champion nations, love can be the lullaby to an infant. It is a driven emotion. An influence, a conscience that segregates reality from fiction. It is a thread that ties the human race, connects all of us. Irrespective of creed or Colour, each individual apprehends love.
I’m a devout. I believe that the world’s axis is love and with this force we can foster humanity. Animosity to this feeling is a proportion of bad contingency. This belief is the thin line between the fortunate and misfortunate.
Love is my religion; it is our religion.

The enigma of life, she preys on those ailed and dainty one alike
Her svelte grace and silverine rouse entices all man and beast
She is a comfort in deep solace and befriends those in bereft
And can muffle the pains of the worst wounded and Dawn joy on a young child’s face
She gives a chance of redemption to all creed unfathomed
As well as opportune rejuvenation unpatterned
Her amorphous formed comradeship is sought by everyone
For those days undestined gets the better of us
The undulating beauty of hers ought to be reverred
For the intangible power she bequeaths;
Can take or give a life away
She can be the destruction or alleviation of personal responsibility
For those in abject disgrace, can look up to her in times of dismay
She holds all pinnacle of emotion, for:
We hurt in sleep, we love in sleep, we cry in sleep,we pray in sleep, we hope in sleep.

“Learning is the raise of character by the broadening of vision and the deepening of feeling.”
The essence of education doesn’t only pertain to apprehension of factual knowledge. It Is about cultivating citizens, Citizens with a pragmatic conscience.
And thence our present education systems should rather focus on conforming the current curriculum to aspire for an intelligentsia with a personality. In the current world overwhelmed by globalisation, character tunes a pivotal role. Respect comes from power, power emanates success, and success is everyone’s celestial mantra. But what use does respect or power have when we don’t know how to use our inherent personality?
And as said,”Change is the most constant thing in our universe”. But change is contextual, And not a compulsion. We must apprehend that the actual challenge is what we absorb from education and not what we learn from it. Our aspiration must be to embrace the beauty and vastness of academics, behold it’s surreal exhilaration.
And as Napolean Hill once said, “Action is the real measure of intelligence”. And thus so, Education helps us improvise and rectify our actions so that we may sum it up to flawless intelligence.