My experiments with thought

It was a Deafening implosion. I looked around to check if someone could have heard that. It was a personal privilege. Influenced too much by the choice less awareness theory, I never make any effort to suppress my emotions. The observer part of me wakes up to observe the self. What are the kinds of emotions that hit me?

Should I choose to be a silent observer or should I grope for solutions?
Should I escape from the present or should I give a form to my thoughts?
My thoughts are just a set of words. I feel that my imagination is deficient. I think like a blind man, who is lost for images. Imagination is a boon. When I gather all my thoughts and concentrate on artistic imagination, all I can see are the words – “Artistic Imagination”.

I need answers; Answers that can unlock the doors to many mysteries of the world.
All I need is a hand to guide me through the dark or a light at the end of the tunnel.
Self-knowledge is the most bitter of truths and the sweetest answer to all questions.
Observation of the self can be an excruciating pain. Yet unawareness is not an option.
Sometimes, I can see darkness looming my imagination. Yet I pat myself on the back for being able to imagine darkness at least.

I am happy with my Inability because,
Where there is darkness, even the faintest light is the brightest.

~ by arunjawar on July 16, 2006.