Clouds of darkness invadedthe dull gloomy lit mansionthe pain didnt last moresurvival gained the importanceDrops and drops; and the accumulationover the soil infertilevanity was everywhere beforeand now destruction, far by few miles...Damp walls of prisonoozes out the suffocation,now, the debris will remainonce the bombardment of despair happens.confusion and frustration will leadevery darken deed will dwellNot hope; And this depression wil recastresulting into a colorful rebel
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Lets Rebel
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you are very creative..... loved the way u described destruction in real sense.... sometimes we feel rage when we destroy old beliefs that don't deserve to be alive in today's world... but the inner peace is incomparable when we are done, and we come out of the debris with blood n sweat and a silver smile on our face, just like a kid who won a fight against his mother and succeeded in getting a new toy. though he thinks he won, yet he didnt do much for the change, the patterns of thought are still intact.
"If a revolution destroys a systematic government, but the systematic patterns of thought that produced that government are left intact,then those patterns will repeat themselves in the succeeding
government. (There's so much talk about the system. And so little
understanding.)"
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