Portrait of the artist as the Child of Chaos (1)

I live in a world of competing forces . They struggle to confirm their sense of being over me , day in and day out . Competing with eachother ,violent , vociferous , virulent ..... and after hours of toil , turn into playful pussycats awaiting the loving attention of their master . Am i really their master ? or am i merely living a double life, master during the day and slave at night ?



I will never know the truth.....my being prevents me from recognizing the facts behind that.






Back to my world , my beautiful world..... it is full of lovable creatures , men, women and children having many faces and at times many pairs of hands. I have also heard stories about those who take split second decisions and exit from their current physical being.



Anyway , i have no time to bother about my colour , education , skills , nationality , gender and other things ..... The action never stops in my sneak of the woods ; it is continuous , everlasting ..... so much , so that it feels as if there is absolute stillness ..... as if i am in the womb of some cosmic creature , nothings happening ......... moments of extreme boredom leans heavily ......... and one feels there is no tomorrow .......... yet it is all happening , invisible to me , except for glimpses ..... a world waiting , evolving , struggling to take shape ..... and tumble out into the realm of birth .It wants to breathe life .