Last night

Last night

I was walking through my faint dream
A mild breeze kissing my bare face
And whispering secrets of my love with my untidy mood and hair
I walk on listening to my self voice,….
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There is something diminishing in time
Nether I do not understand it clearly, nor I know fully
But it is a feeling, an illusion of my own thought
Thought always evolve in complications …
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A new thought born in these complications and the story never ends
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I walk on with time and my destiny
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There are rushing thoughts created by my emotions,….
Each of them stupidly creating neural noise
Ages after ages,..........
The thoughts are writing my memory and my genetic code
How many experiences were dead before an emotion born?
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Where are the people those were in my eyes and in my singularities of life?
Why people disappear everyday
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I tired with my untidy thoughts
Tortured by my own reason and unreason
Never at rest, no life to entertain
What is in deep,.....a DNA, or, ATP,.....all burning and breaking of bonds
Where is the life, is it in chemicals?
How matter got life and lost it?
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When Ameba learnt to sense the light
When our first emotion born???............................
Matter with a curiosity
Matter with an emotion
Matter with love and hate,........
Matter with consciousness/rational
Matter with unconsciousness/irrational
Is thought just a magical arrangement of matter, like solid, liquid, air, particle, waves,..........................
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