COLOURED PASSENGER

Friday, February 25, 2011

tumne pyaar ki keemat samjhi nahin to meri nazar ko badnaam na karo...

ishq karke choodhna bhi ho to sare-aam na karo

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Thoughts and ideas rush in my mind like railway coaches at a great speed. The clock keeps ticking and different coloured coaches keep passing by till I enter the matrix world which lives on one aim i.e. why? how?....
I try stopping my eye at one of the coaches in bullet time, but then the coach turns itself into an engine of a train of tints or a train of shades or tone of that colour. These bullet time experiences are what I call 'Conversations' with people around me, my friends, aquaintances and people unknown.
Well... due to over population we need many trains to run , I cant help that, but just stand at my station where no train seems to stop. The theory of relativity applies to all the other people inside the train, who think they are static on their stations and of me as a coloured passenger passing by.

Someone please, pull the chain!

Only God would do that. I do respect all religions, its their train, their colour, their thought. I am selfish to. According to me only my station is off concrete and the rest are all cardboard boxes. Everyone will realize that ultimately but then what is the ultimate?
That one unknown element will be found, Nirvana will be achieved and we shall/should die. Darvin gave us a beginning watching his

multi-coloured train from his station. The question still remains - What about the ultimate, what if coloured coaches keep on coming and going, what if the train has no last coach? I just keep seeing colours all the time!

At some point all colours should dissolve into white , which will eventually be a blank page, where I wouldn't have written anything...so why pen it down?
WELL, its a creative piece of writing according to me, which you have read. You might comment on it, might not...but be aware of the silent conversation you hold with yourself, your train has already started moving and you are my Coloured Passenger

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