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My search for meaning goes on. With variables, scattered and atoms, gathered. I see students going for a class, colleagues meeting at workstations, all of us have a strange momentum to complete five days, to live in oblivion for the two days of the same week. Perhaps, we move to our shell, to find our purpose, sure! I am clueless, unaware, naive! Then to make matters worse, I have different types of purpose, Larger, if I have made it! Smaller, if I have to say it! That way, I would be seen with a purpose, bright! I do my bit, here and there, but its all seemingly vain or plain. How cultivated, falsely motivated, truly corrupted beautiful creation am I? I log in, log out; sign in, sign out; look and overlook, perhaps the mockery till the vapid waves find its stream. I have a feeling I wont and I will repeat these actions till I burn; bright!