This is a quest.

So they fought and fought and fought all day. It all started because of a meaningless argument which turned into a big exhibition of anger, frustation and annoyance. She hated the fact that he was almost never serious. He loved the fact that he could make her smile almost in any situation because of that one quality. While almost always, he worked himself out of trouble because of his wit and charm, he knew this time he wasn't getting off so easy. This time, he fought back instead of just holding it in. This time things didn't remain so pretty. So a couple of things were thrown by her which narrowly missed him while he stood there still. He growled back while she screamed. "WHY DON'T YOU EVER GROW UP? WHEN WILL YOU GET SERIOUS?" "WHEN WILL YOU GROW UP AND ACCEPT THE REALITY?" Probably never, he said to himself. Instead he lost himself there and left the home. He took the keys and drove away without looking back once. It was a first. For the fir...

With every cough, I feel one step closer to death. I am sick. I am hanging in the third realm, between death and life but it's not bad. It's definitely not bad because maybe I am feeling a little relieved. My head's spinning in circles but as I see things, they don't bother me anymore. I don't want the world to see me and I don't want to see it anymore. The only thing I want to see who remains is you. Now I feel like I was somebody clinging on to a branch of the tree that had already fallen. And now that I've let go, it does not feel that bad. In fact it does not feel bad at all, it feels good, it feels light. I can finally go on, live and live more. I can wander around in the palace that only exists in my mind. The place where there are flowers, gardens, peace and you. The place where these worries, the state of the mind, and the trouble doesn't exist. The place that doesn't even come close to the misgiving this world possesses.

Walking out of one of my dreams,  she stepped into reality, made even reality think twice about its realness.  Her arms, my weakness.  Making extremely beautiful things look absolutely ordinary, her Forte.  Changing different worlds simultaneously, she isn't a human, she's something else.  While even beginning to describe her astonishing physical beauty is even theoretically impossible,  trying to write about her sublime nature,  her inner purity,  the way she thinks and the exceptional soul she possesses is even yet harder.

This is a post dedicated to the words that speak so truly. These words are from the current book I am reading, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Dan is an atheist yet his words and his knowledge is beyond those who are so called followers of a religion today. These words are associated with Christianity and humanity on the whole, so take them lightly and think about them. Read them totally, believe me when I say they are worth it. These words are taken from the chapter number 94. Here we go.... "To those of science, let me say this." He paused. "You have won the war." The silence spread now to the deepest corners of the chapel. Mortati could hear the desperate thumping of his own heart. "The wheels have been in motion for a long time," the camerlegno said. "Your victory has been inevitable. Never before has it been as obvious as it is at this moment. Science is the new God." What is he saying! Mortati thought. Has he gone mad? The entire world...

Sipping Mountain dew on the rooftop, staring at the sun rising up just after offering the morning prayers, lost in my thoughts. Cold mornings, colder drinks and coldest feelings. Wondering what I am doing on the rooftop in these cold november mornings in shorts and a t shirt. I am lost in my thoughts. Thoughts that refuse to become reality because of my own negligence. I feel dizzy now, thinking about you. You are sleeping, I love you for that but I would have loved it more if you were with me staring at the horizon right now. But isn't the horizon also like our distance? Seperating the lovers, dividing the Sun and the Earth from each other. I miss you now. I don't really feel cold, just hollow. I desire every sunrise to start with you in my arms and every sunset to end with you in my eyes. I crave every night going to bed with you in flesh and soul and waking up every morning with your body intertwined with mine. And even if you are too sleepy to wake up, I wish that you'...

Riding past the heart of the city at 80 kmh +, I felt good; I felt really good. I felt a sense of not being in my senses anymore. I felt a control of not being in control for the first time and I liked it. For the first time in my life, I liked not being in the driving seat; I liked letting my life where the roads lead me to. Maybe this is what drug addicts feel. Maybe this is why it is so addicting. Not having to worry about anything anymore. Maybe this is what people feel when they are falling asleep but they are not asleep even. They are half awake and they are not in control of their body but ironically enough, they can feel everything around them too. The same goes for some medical patients. Maybe this is what morphine, coke, crystal meth and weed does. All of a sudden, I like life more now. This sense of superiority which is in fact not being in control anymore is all of a sudden alluring. I don't know if it is a good thing, but I am definitely falling for it. Leaving my han...

I always wonder about why people say that the time after 1 am is the hardest one. And I wonder why people always make confessions during that time. And I always wonder about why people get sad and nostalgic during these hours. I always think about why would you think about a person at these hours when you are totally free, why not when you are totally busy and amidst this busyness of this world? It would just simply imply that whatever you had with whomever the person, it was during leisure and alone time. That would just imply that whatever you had, love, lust, friendship, relationship or I don't want to put a label on it, was weak. The bond you had was weak. Missing somebody at leisure hours is something anybody can do, like literally anybody. Remembering somebody, wanting somebody, desiring something in your leisure time, what's the bravery in that? What's the speciality in that? Why would it make that person happy or at all? There is nothing so outstanding in it. Why w...