I would convince you to love me
if only I could understand the reason
for what my whole being goes through
by the very thought of you..

When you break a bone in your body from a part which had never given you any sensation throughout your life
and whose existence was merely implied by its basic function,
suddenly as it brakes and gives such immense pain
That pain is processed in your brain which it identifies the source
and as it does, it recognises the existence of that bone..

But if the pain is out of an emotion,
as your brain tries to figure out the source and nature of the source,
you realise how less even your brain knows about you.
And as your brain starts to delve into this part of you,
as it tries to see you,
you give it an image of yourself.
It can be an honest image if you have the courage to see the truth..
or just a bunch of lies - and it depends on how honest your insight is, and how painful the truth is..

Hope is an understanding that the self at present and the self of future are different.
Hope is a belief in change.

Change in self is influenced by ones decision and ones reaction to circumstances.
Hope is a belief in free will.

Trust in self can let actions and decisions to be arising out of ones free will.
Hope is ones measure of self.

That dark place where ur mind gets so ****** up that your thoughts are having conversations with each other...
That bright place which automatically sets ur breathing to a slow rhythm and makes your face muscle automatically contract to bring a smile..
Heaven and hell..
It is meaningless to hope to stay in heaven forever.. Just like any hell u r going through shall pass.. Just like a thought in the mind..

When you realise Lie is a function of mind,
while truth is real like air, heat, neurons and apple,
True love, to be real, needs to be beyond mind, and measurable
Only perceived by something more honest than mind.

When you realise action is real and not emotion,
True love, to be real, needs to be expressed in action
regardless of the emotion in mind.

Marriage is most honest as convenience
and most dishonest as punch drunk love
The pursuit of the emotion of love is futile
as it is transient and unreal by definition
Love that is real is expressed in action
Love that is real is not of the mind.

Thank god for my mind..
It numbs me from the pain the birds and animals had to go through
and let's me enjoy the flavour in the meat

Thank god for my mind..
It numbs me from the suffering of others
and let's me see the world as a better place..

Like hope hidden in a cynic,
Like belief hidden in an atheist,
The pain hidden in your smile
Is what makes it so mesmerising