Inertia

 

sky hurdling into a vast sky needing all the things which evoke the passion of being burnt to pieces with an orgasimc high, i stand here at the crossroads of my life thinking what all it has taken for me to realise my destiny. maybe i had to play with fire and get burned , this is my nature and i think i cant change it. i dont even want to change it , it is my essence, it is my life and sometimes you like those anomalies because they have the fire power to carry you far far into those unexplored territories of your being. it can be like that massive air current which has just now carried the glider  miles ahead in matter of minutes after a long bout of inactivity.

 

the beauty of all this is the oscillitation of being into the territory of pain and pleasure, of extremes of all types, of things which reveal themselves as a result of this huge storm, which are new, pristine which have the power to make you feel like human , more than human and perhaps take you beyond your realms of your own definations for things which have stood tall and high for time and long which fall in the face of this catharsis and what stands in beautiful clear plain , ready to be built again, something new.

 

this inertia can be like those bone ratteling stroms which come with no warning and are over with as much annonimity yet those seconds have a huge bearing on the scheme of things for rest of your life.