Upperhand always felt satisfying it gives you a feel of power among chills of thunder under the unrest anarchy of ego the birth of eternal greed. To remain powerful as the whole world doesn’t bend for knowledge but for the leverage and yet it’s not wrong to say knowledge is power an honor to be superior, dominative and suppressive isn’t it feels good when someone says you have a styled manner blended with suave knowing you possess none of such possessions except a key which can eventually benefit the other the key of authority and then you presume you expect and see a leader shining vigorously and viciously in you accepted or forced but yet it never matters unless there isn’t anyone to differentiate. People change from individuality they never remain the same the easiest truth to accept and implement, it changes from persons it changes with conditions whether the need is biased or mutual we change faster than we can even imagine. People tend to have and sometimes love the cliched word called family, friends they shout and spread the ardent of love forever like a zealot they vouch and promise till eternity no doubt all the affection and desires changes like a click of an instant, the forever only lasts till the extent of purpose it’s better to believe the only truth that nothing’s permanent yet acceptance is the lock only the smith of detachment can break and open, Emotions and emotions I doubt does they even matter I doubt how we fool just flow in a chemical reaction of hormones and some messages of neurons traveled over electric waves from senses of mortar to the extent of reflex how we fool the web of memories archived under the box of past only to gather dust and turn into ashes. We all tend to carry an identity believed to be sited and defined in words measured on appearances and judged only to forgot, yet the same person or specimen being precise changes atrociously in a mob starting to behave as a mob walk like a mob imbibed to live like a mob examine his eyes and you’ll see anger if got chance peek under the layer of chaos and you’ll be saddened to see the pathetic cloak only to meet the hollow and injurious layer of stress jumbled with anxiety and a fear an inferno hidden under the surfaces of an upper hand to realize you finally met the biggest myth the myth of a perfect life remember when in doubt happiness never stays it’s created to die and to reborn again. The labyrinth has it’s the side effect the power seems satisfying the aspirin of relief dying for relieved not the mention the unprecedented burden with the flood of pain followed by the harmony that’s broken scattered and scrutinized under the drought lies a mere symbol of openness with their arms wide moving and broad yet not being ready for conversations, boiling blood flowing in veins, legs not pointed towards the door instead furious but looking ferociously towards you one of the easiest ways to grab someone’s attention. Yet when people have the option to choose between violence and civilized dialogues they tend to choose a mixture comprising a violent monologue, saying things gushing rapidly just putting in words every thought that passes putting in words without applying the filtration add-on but at least being honest. Randomly scratching the past, juggling with the present playing with the shadow of a misnomer future doing what our brain is best at jumping towards the conclusion.
Just for the sake of the upper hand.
OR maybe not everyone’s that strong enough to withstand the exertion of feline obligation chandeliers of saddened laughter dying just to unleash especially on the ones whom they trust, on those who can think to resist and later understand. Someone once told me a good friend is not the one with whom you spend most of your time but the one with whom you spend most of your quality jovial, blissful may be a myth but scent of a happy time.
Once I asked my mother why I have a K in my name why can’t I just start with S. She grinned and said you know Tsunami is extremely powerful and disastrous no doubt being dangerous but if used constructively it could be a great friend and just like the T is lovable to Tsunami, K is the most lovable part of you. You mean it’s dangerous and destructive I enquired.
Yes, of course, it’s powerful hard to channel hence more than any other alphabet in your name it’s most special and needs the most attention, love, and affection not to forget sympathy when everyone in chaos. And even in that shout, it’s always the K which remains silent.
Being the fourth lion of the emblem, that’s how it maintains it’s upper hand the key and latch. The realization of pathetic calm and unrest.
“TO ERR IS HUMANE AND TO FORGive IS DEVINE”