The Flux called Perception

Perception is the word in social circles,something i always ignored.i never liked an image,i took on anything that i fitted into.

Till 12td std,i lived at home,hung out with a few folks and perception was a non entity,just a scale which was fixed to the ground.But later as i went to college and lived amongst people i met for the first time,i realized that perception could be a killer.people judge and very quick.

Your perception is what you are,even if u r not that.It is not a flux but a picture or image that stands in their mind.such is the mediocrity of lesser minds that their ego fights open criticism with a defensive perception n word of mouth war.

Perception is a flux,i have a certain mood and a certain mindset and i meet someone,discuss something and a sensitive person attaches too much importance to a worldly opinion or fact.they dont see it as the flux that it is,when people try to impose things on u but u dont react to it,they grow tired of trying.

it takes real mental control n ability to play the perceptive facade like a flux,people ll even call u crazy because u r pulling them across many directions and topics but the idiots never realize that the inertia they display in such occasions merely points out their lack of momentum in thoughts and thus action too.

so my brave prah log,play it dynamic like a flux,just dont get stuck.

Right now

Right Now

I feel very unhappy and disgruntled.I have achieved nothing in life.I feel like i have wasted all the opportunities. somehow whenever the paths became clear,i could never convince myself to make a choice,always choosing and failing to make the choice.

Nothing matters to me in this world.feel unhappy everywhere and even here.I look back at my life and often look into my head,whats wrong with my head? my dreamy personality,that doesn't let me feel the feet on the ground,escapism that makes me put my head into the sand as i face trouble,what about social life and the politics associated,why there is a dire need of social life,why there is this naive quality of trusting people,even after having fallen down and hurt myself.there is a lack of sensitivity,lack of anger,lack of fire.

so much pent up anger,i feel like an inferno inside,ready to implode.and my parents,god knows who made me in this family? i feel so disconnected with my whole existence.

All i have is some fire and it keeps burning,red hot flame as it shows when an ironsmith hammers down the metal,the burning sledge is my stomach.the energy comes from the fire and how it keeps burning.

burning burning burning into a burning ring of fire.