I am I

Oceans drowned the breaths of unheard voices,
but I was the same.

Blind eyes have been seeing illusions and plays,
but I have been the same.

Masses are jostling to find that elusive thing,
but I am the same.

Planets may tumble around in the box of the universe,
but I will be the same.

Throw down a rope, please!

There are a number of facts and assumptions about human nature that I can not reveal unless the listener is appropriately developed, but which surface in my mind when I am angry and are hence most prone to revelation. Released in such a manner, they only take the form of insults at the human race and indirectly at the less developed listener's mind. 

They are not facts and assumptions any more. They are not truths now. They are platitudes. They are silly and obvious things that everybody knows but have no idea what to do with. What am I doing even saying those things to others? How dare I insult them? Am I ready to face the long chain of consequences of my lack of self-control in one minute of life? I know the answer. No.

The knowledge of these facts and assumptions in their truest form, their purest and most absolute form, I immensely cherish, but I need caution more immense than the value of their truth, purity and absoluteness.

Oh God, help me survive this short battle. Even more than that, please help me win it, my Lord!

Prettiness!

There are some girls who feel worthless if they don't look pretty. So, they make themselves up to the point of feeling and making others feel sick deep inside. And there are some who don't disregard prettiness because life is more important to them. So, they only make themselves up basically. Then there are some who don't really care how they look. So they sometimes do and the other times don't make themselves up. And then there are some who hate others who make themselves up, and would hate themselves if they made themselves up. So, they do not and never make themselves up.

Some girls look pretty, but you do not know if they are pretty or they only look pretty. And some look pretty and would look pretty even if they didn't try to, because you saw them when they didn't try and found them just as pretty. Then some look pretty when they need to and don't look pretty when they don't need to. And some are not pretty because they never tried to look pretty because they hate trying.

That girl who feels contented when she doesn't look pretty, who feels just the same when she does look pretty, who knows just how pretty she needs to look when required, and who doesn't concern herself whether others look pretty or not, that girl to me, my dear, is a beautiful woman.