Can you foretell the future in reality?

The older I grow, the more I believe that yes, perhaps it is easier to penetrate the future, perhaps a clear vision can show what the world is to become.

Tolstoy could no doubt see too…..his thoughts can match none now whatsoever

I can not deny what Ruskin has told….have you met such lies? I think we meet such lies everyday on the streets….every single day..the baser lies.
The Wheel of Truth
The breather from heavy thoughts
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Dragonflies and the Dragons of destruction

God’s have left us, abandoned us.

No Shivay can rise, no Vishnu can save and no Jesus will ever return. Not one will turn their face at the rotting souls on Earth.

Do you know how dragonflies stay still if you want to paint them?

Do you have time to read this stuff?

Do you have the time to gaze at the painted dragonflies on green leaves?

Did you gaze at the burnt koalas and charred kangaroos?

How were they different from us, our lives, that the world chose to ignore their painful plight. Do we have time for anything?

Mocking, shocking, maddening destruction has taken ground.

Come, let’s celebrate as the human civilisation comes to an end.

@theroundgirl and @sne8798.

The Fizz

Thanks to my friend for these beautiful watermark images…find more about her on the Instagram page @theroundgirl…..and please follow me back @sne8798 for more happening works…

Thanks to my friend for these beautiful watermark images…find more about her on the Instagram page @theroundgirl…..and please follow me back @sne8798 for more happening works…

Too little for thought

The girl on fire

Women are burning alive since long…trying to adjust and live through, decked up as per others wishes..burning within still…I ask, are women free? Can we have faith that all will be good with our girls? How do we trust and have faith in this world but then how do we live without trust and faith? My father says, no matter what you have to have faith, bind your heart in faith coz there is no other way.

Life’s lessons § Learning’s

Bodhgaya

I call a place mystical when it is capable of arousing the deep-seated mysticism within me; I call this very mysticism my spiritual need. I was very small then, and I remember the only place we could afford was a night’s journey from my home tucked up in the plush hills somewhere.

I had sensed a higher Power for the very first time, a Power quite beyond my reckon and understanding. Bodhgaya still pulls me to it, like it is a magnetic bar and as though, I stand on an opposite pole.

No wait! Who knows I maybe the rusty red iron ore dust wafting with the winds?But, the seat of Buddha cannot be erased from my mind, no matter how many times I have denied the existence of God within me.