The Original Hell

Smile and everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me..... After the lies, the murderer tends to come near me, the same murderer who murdered the other half of the innocence, and it all seems to be happening in the originality.
What is originality and what is the dream, both are inter linked, yesterday a strange dream of originality came across me, where in it was all about death, about what is heaven and hell. The place where I was thrown into was Hell, Hell because heaven was not a place for me, petrified and terrified as I enter Hell, I understand that unlike the other description of the various mythological studies, this is much different.
It’s the daily world, where in you need to do your daily chores; no one is there beside you. You see people around you but then, all are mere machines programmed to do their work. They don’t age, but they are in their life's most ugly stage of looks, the energy only equivalent to what they have been programmed to do , and can eat what they are supposed to eat, anything good and delicious cannot be digested and you just throw up.
As I try to think, think out of the world when I am there, it seems that some force is trying to make me not think and let me concentrate on what I am doing, and as I break the barrier, the energy drains of my body and I fall to the ground, just like a pulp , only my mind thinking, and the thought of my disparity seems to be lingering , and there suddenly are dead people, working all over me , my pulpy body making stains with their feet , meaningless thinking and absurd mind.
As I feel them walking over me , I understand that there are some feet , which avoid me, and try to look at me with their innocent and pity looks, and there are others who want to pick me but then with their own thinking themselves turn into the pulp and people start trampling them under their heavy boots.
Heavy boots make me realize that whatever , men women or children , all are wearing the same type of boots, though different size, making me realize the different impacts they are making on my lifeless but full of thoughts boy . In shot a meaningless body but a meaningful mind. The meaningful thought strays into the world of deaths, where thousands die everyday lakhs are born, the thought of death is fearful, as I think of dying a meaningless death under this stampede of the death ones.

However as I try to stand after shutting my mind on the thoughts and ambitions, I hear a noise so loud however not so distorted within the audible range where in only I can hear what the noise is all about, I come to this conclusion because rest all seem to be engrossed in their programmable world, and then I go back into the world of dreams all over again and check my watch its 0800 in the morning. Time to dream again into the dream world …

To Lie when You are True

Oh life, well, is it big or is it bigger? Ah it sets you so long, you get into every corner, you feel like you are lying while being honest and trying to speak when you are listening to the silence while you are acting deaf and silence dumb.

Confusion is a part of me which I could not just let go however much I tried, maybe it was all because , I am so busy thinking , pleasing and believing in other , that I have lost the dream of mine, maybe this is all a dream ,and the originality has never gone.. I live into the world of love which travels through my heart, I dream of the truth within my self all I see of is the Perfect me. The me who seems to be sleeping back to dreams, with a hope that, this just a fire of that dreams, and can be extinguished by the sea of the f the originality, which unlike the dreams has no horizon, and I am traveller in this sea of endless horizon. As I travel, I suddenly wake up to get into the dream of unreality, the daily usual dream, seeing the same faces all over again and the same routine, a dream which turns into nightmare as the day passes and then I slip again into the world of reality, my world, which I want to be in and I crave for.....

Sometimes I wander into those truth of originality in this dream of mine searching for a true me, a perfect me? What I have gained out of it and what have I lost! Suddenly there occur instances which include the dreams of wrong impacting me and then the dream of the best waiting for me...
However there are times in your originality , when you would be so self satisfied that you would not need anyone around makes you more than happy and satisfied, however the same disappears as soon as the thought about the things which went wrong with you comes over to linger you and you slip back to the dream world ....
What and who is the person who comes to you during these thoughts and how that one takes you away from those thoughts is the most important aspect of you life. Because its a simple use and throw, calling that person whenever you want the person to be , and as soon as you slip into originality of the perfectness, you hate that person wanting to kill and let it disappear from your life forever. That person , whom you see every morning as you slip into the world of dream as you stare at that person in the mirror standing in front of you , and feels like your own reflection . A reflection in the mirror which is half, the other half standing in front of that person in the mirror, two halves torn in between the wall of sadism , idiocy and dumbness.

The three words which makes you the perfect you in your dream world, and the person whom you have just murdered in the original world out of frustration and hatred.......... A Murderer.......