Pain Pain. Pain is blue. Dark blue. Don't be amused about how I keep assigning colors to emotions out of the blue. It is just perception and could differ. To get a feel of the color, I just sit silently, close my eyes and get a lot of the mentioned emotion into me and the color I tend to see is the color I associate. Pain, should not be confused with bodily pain here. It is simple old suffering. The bad feeling we all have when something that shouldn't have happened according to us, happens, may it be physical or mental.
Pain is dark blue. No wonder they came up with a term called 'blues' for distress and depression. It is that undesirable feeling that enters us when something against our wants comes into being. The definition and intensity of pain is individualist. Some one else might suffer less pain or more pain under exactly the same circumstances. Some have the ability to handle it. But then, the end effect, the total pain we actually feel after substracting the handling ability is called pain.
Pain exists; All our life we ride upon waves of pain and pleasure. But pain overwhelms the effect of these small delights. One can be very optimistic and say Life is happy or one can be realistic and say Life is pain. So what is the generator of pain ? It is birth. Our whole life is encompassed between the two events, birth and death. And the in-betweens are pain and pain for you cannot mention one moment of your life when you had no pain at all. Recall just one moment when you had no pain, when you had no worries, when you had no desires, when you had no regrets. Recall just one moment of complete pleasure. And even if you can, forgive me, for I cannot. And even if you can, I doubt it though, is the pain you've always faced worth those moments. If you say yes, don't read further and just neglect me as another bee in the hive.
A reason for pain exists; The nature always comes in, doesn't it ? We are a part of it and we have a duty to understand how things work because until we don't we keep disturbing the balance of things around us. That, is called ignorance. Wow! It fits so well! As ignorance is the only cause for pain. Ignorance of reality. Ignorance of the principles of life. Ignorance of the way of nature. Ignorance of our self. Difficult to digest ? Try a hajmola.
A mehthod to dispense pain exists; So, one might ask, how does this ignorance leave us ? What a beautiful system nature has. The answer, pain. Pain is just like an alarm that rings when we do wrong. When we become incongruent to the system around us, it will tell us to mend our ways by using the tring-tring called pain, so why dislike it ? It is just for the better. For our better. But we ignoramuses, lack patience and keep swearing pain. If you see someone very profound and deep, know that he has suffered equal amount of pain to learn what he knows now. For pain gives us knowledge on how to work. Pain makes us think. And see the wonder of it all. The more profound someone is, the more worried and aware one is. The more aware and conscious one is, the more he is in pain. -More pain more awareness- makes a loop. But don't ask me where it ends, please. It is correct that ignorance is bliss, but only until it does not begin to pain which it surely will!
A state of no pain exists; I beg to sound a little otherworldy of common perception it does exist. A Stoical state. When there's no pain and no pleasure. Bliss. Difficult to digest again ? Hajmola rules.
Pain, I say again,trying to seem true,Is blue, its really dark blue.  ¶ 10:09 AM 27 comments

  Hope Hope is white. White for it forms the very basis of our existance. It is what leads us like a ray of light in a dark tunnel. Well, too cliched.

Someone someplace sometime said, that if there's so much of distress, so much of pain, so much suffering, how does a human live ? Why does everyone crave for survival may it be in the worst of the circumstances. Everyone wants to live in this painful and afflictive world. That someone gives the answer too and the answer is Hope.

Today was bad, but I hope tomorrow will be good. If only I can solve this problem, my life will become smooth and happy. 'It will become better' is call of Hope. Hope, I confess, is not absolutely white but has a tint of dark in it too.I'd rather say blots of dark, because hope gives us way but it is hope that misleads us. Lets call it false hope.

False hope and false expectations conclude with abominable irony, trying to teach us, but our stubbornness can let us do anything but be taught. Hoping of something that just cannot happen is false hope. There are some rules nature has made for us and we cannot change them and even hoping to change them is slumber per se. Ignorance is bliss until the final result arrives then there's only one thing left and its called Regret. Life can never been smooth. Ups and downs shall come with the breaths and thinking that my life shall sort out soon, is only ignorance hence false hope.

Every human at one stage needs a partner, it is most inherent in us to demand for one and accepting it is no crime. So as every human 'needs' a partner hope needs a partner called 'awareness'. Awareness is the bleaching agent we could say. For when complete awareness is farmed then the hope points to the right direction. But one could ask, what is awareness.

Awareness. We are the part of something much bigger than us, stronger than us. Lets call it nature. Nature is everything we see and all that exists. Oh gosh! Come to realise that we're not free! We have our limits and bounds. Realising those bounds, those confines and realising the correct reality we see around us is called Awareness. Awareness is shiny white!

With the superior mixture of hope and correct awareness, I try to direct my life. Hence realising,Hope is white with blots and Awareness is shiny white, the bleaching agent.

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  Anger Anger is black. That is what they signify as the color of the blind. But I wonder if the blind can see even the color black. The blind can't see. Not digressing, Anger is black as it that is color which looms our mental vision, our thought process, our so called 'intellect'. Anger is black and blind. Anger sees no mother, no brother, no father, no friend. Anger sees only oneself. Anger is.. an epidemic.

Anger has its causes. The desires of the mind are numerous and any assistance to the fulfilment of those leads to attachment and any inhibition, leads to anger. One who helps in satisfying your ego or your greed or your lust is beneficiary of your liking and one who hinders or hurts it is showered upon by anger. As simple as it gets.

Anger is highly potent. It is so highly powerful, as it enters the mind, it dispels all that one has learnt, all that one has studied, all that one has ever experienced about virtue. It lets no compassion or mercy or rationality enter, making a fool of the mind thus enjoying the mind's slumber. Making one sadistic, the sadistic anger savors the tempered state and enjoys its while.

Fear is the killer of anger. Anger is always expressed on the weak or one who feel is weaker than us. For the fear of the strong drives anger away. You could only 'bestow' your anger on a person who you know cannot harm you or is not going to know about it to harm you.. In other words, Anger is ego's brother. Being angry at someone, showing that you're a very short-tempered person gives a sadistic pleasure as the other one fears. He feels insecure and thats when we feel secure.

Fear is the killer of anger but humility is the solution, the medicine for the epidemic. Anger is black, because thats the color is poses on our vision. And I, hate it. I hate being angry but it does come and it does not fail to do its job. Lack of humility, I suppose.  ¶ 3:22 PM 12 comments

  Love Love is red. It is red and it is beautiful. Love is rememberance, deep rememberance, sole rememberance. Love is peaceful, calmly peaceful, extremely peaceful and yet so undulating. Love is soothing, soothing to the heart, mind, soul, body. It is pleasing, pleasurably pleasing.

The minds blossoms. In love, everything blossoms. To the diseased everything is seen as diseased and the ecstatic finds only ecstacy around. In love, the mind blossoms forth making us realize the true potential of our emotions. In love you only see love and boy is that lovely! Love gushes from the mind into the body and the body blossoms too! To be in love is so tasty. It is like a hunger-striker eating after days, that first bite, which is so tasty... That is like love. Like a thirsty drinking his first drop after days. Like that bitter sweet feeling of the rolling tear.

Love is our inner need and love is our innate creed. Everyone needs love as much as the other and love is what drives this world. Ask those who are in love, the real meaning. Rare but not non-existant, true love, changes one's life. It changes the way of thought. It changes the appearence. The couples seen lurking are pretentious like the movie stuff.. Go ask the real lovers what love means and they will tell you how warm, how ardent, how fervid it is. Perhaps they wont, because they cannot explain that in words. A million words in the dictionary shall fail to express what the heart feels. The heart can only feel and not speak. The mind speaks and the heart can only enjoy. The food of the heart is love and do not deprive it.

Love is red and it is beautiful. But taste it, you can only.  ¶ 1:35 AM 28 comments

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