the name of the rose

this is my first blog ,going by the rates i am reading i thought i might as well start to write something .cause all the ideas i have are just like pasing into oblivion .i started to write a book but my system got formatted and i lost all the files.I just remembered the cruel jokes
not a christian
so jesus couldn't save me
In order for the world to have a mirror it is necessary that the world have a form
o i ever be wise it would have been cause i had known to be severe,

sometimes in life we are in lost in learning curve trying to ostentatious ,i do smell the odourous distant way.
we had a dance party somehow i was lost in there ,it kinda weird , don't know where i am losing focus
otta do well this time.
this weird amusing the intricate feeling of love that i realised never truly existed in my heart.
today while walking through the slums , i felt as if one slum start and ended even before i could say contransmagnificandjewbangangtiality... and it suddenly hit me
i realised how some things end even before you start understanding them just like reading when you loose concentration and the words even though you read then it feels though you haven't read the lines.the verbosity takes you in someother direction ,in the same way the change in events makes us forget the previous events as though they didn't exist.

the previous moment
it felt thogh was never there
passes with no memory
may it ain't that divine
but its atleast mine

then the colony of slums ended without being noticed as if they didn't exist...
And i came across a market,all myraid objects being sold and being bought.The expressions of persuasion in the faces of the consumers and the buyers are so abstract but yet understandable.The way pathwalkers are attracted towards each other with a force as if kama(cupid) has struck a chord somewhere.And then came a solitary wall and i was lost in thought, a solitary wall to give shade and support to unknown stragers, it looked as if Atlas was holding the base of the world from falling the wall was the center of all activities on earth and then as though they didn't exist..By the side there was life in form of a cobbler working on a brown leather shoe,a juiceseller ,the lemonademan selling low quality marijuana and lost in though the scene disappeared from my eyes as though it didn't exist.
i reached a muslim cementery and my thought went to all those great kings of the past and their tombs of rest.i saw youngmen playing cards in cementary a young window with his child in sorrow, these contrasting faces of life are but captured in those sixty seconds when we decide to observe life.while returning i saw a cow grazing on the grass in the cementery giing no respect to the dead it was not more the cows grazing but young men playing cards as if it were a recreation park...
then i saw a political centre of a party unwillingly covered with flags and symbols of the party i felt as though the building was crying for help from these enroachments.. a temple next door the thing about allahabad the holy city is that it has a built temple every 10 yards of space.. and i went inside the temple ..


appropriateness of laughter:
this is the new idea i amuse myself with