Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The art of Stoicism



Everything was “now” on the anvil
“Now” being subject to “coon’s age”
I was siting in a paradoxical state of trepidation
Hapless was everything perceiving 
Misery, Hatred, every negative aspect I see
Tripping in the circumstantial evidences provided
It was difficult for us to find a Silver bullet
I can still feel that cataclysmic event
We were left to fend for ourselves
There seems to be a bright star shining in between everything
The sudden flash of ray of optimism 
It drastically moulded the Achilles heel
We, at the drop of a hat, started aspiring
Slowly the double whammy of fears abating 
Everybody ignited with cheerful believes 
The state of stultification near to end
Stoicism is the word that describes the moment
It was something egressing from blooded vent
I can still feel that cataclysmic event
Everything changed into a blessed prominence 

We all comrades trying to search for the more in less, never thought of the less knowledge we've about the more. The perception of visualisation makes us do so. The recondite awareness leads to the path of seropositive fragments being generated inside us.
Let the fragments be purged. Generate some blissful thoughts and vibes, you'll see a whole new unexpected sure returns in your life waiting for you!
Upshot : Patience and idealism- Path to Payoff! 

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