Finally, 12/12/12 is gonna end in a while.
The so called doomsday gonna pass-by
leaving behind no cemented footprints,
no historical contexts, no memorable events;
except for those who had pre-mature deliberate
deliveries, king-style marriages and bigger-than-life
experiences. Nonetheless the date itself is conjuring.
Talking of which, how can one get over the unflinching
negative predictions and flamboyant futuristic calls that
the jyotishs and anticipators had made with all their
'duely respectable' vidya and techniques, claiming them
to be unfailing. Awaiting now for the upcoming 21st.
It reminds me of one of the dots of my wish-list.
I so much wish to encounter something cataclysmic,
for real. It will be exciting to see if the progressed
21st century world can survive with all it's wits
put on work when Lord makes a move.
Imagine: Earth's breaking apart into two halves.
Cyclones coming our way. Thunderbolts shooting.
Tsunami approaching. Come avalanches down the
mountains. Tectonic gobbling monuments.
Everything's in shambles. Intimidating, it must be.
Disaster- is the word. Life will be upside down,
inside out. More of hell than heaven, more of shocks
than surprises. A ride to death through the roads of
discontentment and devastation that will take sudden
sharp turns whenever something soothing approaches.
Am i sounding sadist? I didn't intend to.
My imagination hasn't turned dead yet.
So don't let the nightmare end before comes the reverie.
Think: so pleasing will be the eyes that will crave
for you even when you start hating your own
gloomy existence. All you'll need is euthanasia from
that saga of sufferings but out will come someone with elixir
for your life. He/she will need nothing but you,
for you're the world to them. Ambrosia for their lives.
Even when the world ends, your love won't.
For it is eternal. Magical.
The so called doomsday gonna pass-by
leaving behind no cemented footprints,
no historical contexts, no memorable events;
except for those who had pre-mature deliberate
deliveries, king-style marriages and bigger-than-life
experiences. Nonetheless the date itself is conjuring.
Talking of which, how can one get over the unflinching
negative predictions and flamboyant futuristic calls that
the jyotishs and anticipators had made with all their
'duely respectable' vidya and techniques, claiming them
to be unfailing. Awaiting now for the upcoming 21st.
It reminds me of one of the dots of my wish-list.
I so much wish to encounter something cataclysmic,
for real. It will be exciting to see if the progressed
21st century world can survive with all it's wits
put on work when Lord makes a move.
Imagine: Earth's breaking apart into two halves.
Cyclones coming our way. Thunderbolts shooting.
Tsunami approaching. Come avalanches down the
mountains. Tectonic gobbling monuments.
Everything's in shambles. Intimidating, it must be.
Disaster- is the word. Life will be upside down,
inside out. More of hell than heaven, more of shocks
than surprises. A ride to death through the roads of
discontentment and devastation that will take sudden
sharp turns whenever something soothing approaches.
Am i sounding sadist? I didn't intend to.
My imagination hasn't turned dead yet.
So don't let the nightmare end before comes the reverie.
Think: so pleasing will be the eyes that will crave
for you even when you start hating your own
gloomy existence. All you'll need is euthanasia from
that saga of sufferings but out will come someone with elixir
for your life. He/she will need nothing but you,
for you're the world to them. Ambrosia for their lives.
Even when the world ends, your love won't.
For it is eternal. Magical.