Kamna's Blog

The thing with a love so lovely is that it gives and gives That it refuses to take is so beautifully endearing Such love is purging and ever so sanct It makes you rather than breaks you It releases you rather than freezes you It is wide and deep and calm like the ocean Not like the rapidly flowing river Poor thing never gets to dry her hair The love makes you alive It lets you breathe It never seeks approval, forgiveness or reassurance And it opens your soul It sharpens your mind It is bright like light And it is warm. Like a freshly baked cookie.

With paralleling realities, there are infinite yet uninevitable possibilities of collision. If life was a boat people are passengers on it. Consistently documenting their journeys in anticipation of being read. Like tourists, taking snapshots and screenshots to share amongst themselves. The streams steadily meet the little rivers. Brave little hopefuls blindingly reaching out to vast unknown oceans. Only to be gobbled up and forgotten. Brains have grey coloured matter. That unfortunately does not grey the thoughts within. If it would. Every thing would be as it could. But, to settle it for good, every thing is as it should.

Poetic, I find it: the fact that I am wearing pink Polish nail polish. Absurd, I find it: the fact that I have nothing to write about for months on end and then write this. Funny, I find it: the fact that I like where this whatever-this-is is going Sleepy, so not continuing this whatever-this-is Okay Bye

Happiness, unlike so strongly believed to be earlier by me is not a state of divine discontent. It is a state of calm. Of wanting to prove nothing. And being sure about what you want, when you want it, and WHY you want it. It is being content with everything you already have. And being realistic and living so totally in the present that there is very little premise to fall back on to a version of a you in the past you no longer relate to and very little premise to aspire to a version of you in the future you refuse to reimagine. Happiness is love and being in love and what it does to your soul with the passing of each day. It is smiling for no reason and letting go of daily trivialities that was earlier such strong stimuli for reaction. Happiness is feeling good about yourself and because of that feeling amazing about everything. Happiness is finding happiness in things and places and faces and sceneries unexpected. Happiness is writing after months and months and not feeling li...

Luls

Constant unrest Anxious heartbeat Overexcited pace Overwhelmed Rides A lifetime in a bus ride Phases don't a sentence make Phrases on the other hand stand some chance Fearless you become Of large black insects Over time It becomes a silent sweep off with a flick of a finger To extinguish an inconsequential life form So sickening to deem the existence any life form for that matter inconsequential But sometimes it is too loud for rational thought Overbearing noise All of it unwanted Excepting the the sweet sound of silence Familiar And comfortable So very comfortable Whoever said writing needed inspiration He sought it feverishly So determined and so righteous And then when he thought it a lost cause He stumbled upon it And it was really great and really cool Because then he wrote really inspired writing Nothing like this Surely

The true measure of character is how one treats those who can do them absolutely no good. If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him. Prior planning prevents piss poor performance. Everything is imaginary. If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then that person is a piece of shit. Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried. If you're going through hell, keep going. The biggest argument against democracy is a 5 minute conversation with the average voter. Sometimes the problem is in the solution. Most times, the solution is in the problem. There are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics. The appeal of the unknown is to the extent the known is not. Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever dur...