Cynicism is Shanti...

That's why i said cynicism is a blessing.
(Please read/refer previous post - 'Nothing Lasts' ) 

what would you rather be?

a poor stupid hopeful dud who keeps getting tossed around by time and life 
or 
the careless jerk who doesn't give a damn

well, the choice seems easy n clear

it seems easy and comfortable to be the jerk..
who wants to be the looser?
we choose it n decide to do so..be so..

well, there. there life! aka the bigger bitch! 
she gives us good things, hopes, enchantments n attractions..
to each its own bait.
we fall.
some think its flowing some think its flying 
but really, how do we know we aren't falling? 

if u r a cynic - purane punya karm ka fal!
u neither flow nor fly ~ u don't fall either!
you are just there. 
being u. 
not moving not changing not going anywhere in good or bad times
u r blessed!
thats the 'shanti'!
cynical, but true..
isn't it?  

Nothing Lasts...

The bad thing about anything good is the fact that it never lasts.
There comes a time, a moment when it all has to end…
And you can't help it!

Sometimes it’s just inevitable and sometimes it comes as a shock...

But no matter how it comes... or from where... whether expected or not...

You have to deal with it. You have to deal with it on your own.

It’s like an accident. When it hits u, u freeze.

And then comes a rush of pain that surrounds you, takes you in its arms

That separates you from rest of the world

The pain of being helpless, the pain of being unable to do anything, the pain of being alone, the pain of being cheated...

This pain makes u cynical and I think it’s a blessing if it does

Because it will then protect you the next time when something good comes around and you might get lost with it 

Being cynical is best that you can get out of this circle-cycle

Next thing it can do is turning you into a junkie 

Which is not very rare 

All our life, all that we do is looking for happiness, looking for different ways to please ourselves, to make ourselves delighted and comforted...

But the sad part is, when we try to do this we think the key to this happiness is with other people

Which is true, because we have given the key to them at that moment of conquest for happiness

We expect - we believe - from others/ in others. Not ourselves.

We care - we want to be cared  

Some people get lucky. Not all the times but they get lucky.

Some just keep licking ass of that 'key'

So what?

There is a race.
you are standing with zillions people in a row
a row in constant competition
you have to run faster
how faster, faster than whom, everyone?
still more faster.. fastest..
everybody IS running fastest...
so the competition never begins..
everyone stays at same level even after running fastest..
..so do you have to keep on running?
at the same speed? at the fastest speed..
till when? till where?
when does the race end?
to end somebody has to slow down..
noone would noone should..
so you have to be fastest
no matter for how long
no matter even if you can not sustain
but till when..
where does the race end
what if you end before the race ends..
no you should not,
but what if you would?
..then who would win?
how and when?
why would he win.. what would he win?

and so what..?
and so what then..?

And You Forget...

Do you Sleep?
Do you Work?
Do you Dream?

You Dream of Work when you Sleep..
You Sleep or Dream when you Work..
You Work and Sleep when you Dream..

..And You Forget To Live Your Thing..

Is that Money?
Is that Success?
Is that Fun?
And How About Some Peace?

Money is Fun Money is Success,
but certainly not the Peace..

Sucess is Money Sucess is Fun,
but certainly not the Peace..

Fun is money Fun is sucess,
but certainly not the Peace..

..So Again You Forget To Get Your Thing..
And You Forget to Live your Thing...

The Rebell

No matter what you ask
No matter what you tell
I am Rebell
Yes, I am Rebell..

I don't listen to you
I can't, I don't want to
It's all about me
Yes, I am Rebell

I insist thats the way
you say it's orthodox
do you see the paradox?
..thats rebelling from being Rebell
Yes, I am the Rebell...