Freedom of (In)Sanity

“’Sanity’, you say?”

And she nods her head in silent response.

“So that’s the price you need for me to pay for your hospitality till I learn to get out into the world again, huh?”

She just stares at his crazed, insomniac eyes in return; a cold but somehow, scared stare, afraid not to say what  might get him mad.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t get mad at you; my fate is more like it. But I shall not stay here anymore.”

“But where will you go? It’s not safe out there, they might get you and institutionalize you!”


“But do you care enough to let me be, me? Do you really expect me to be afraid of the fear that victimizes them?”

She gives him a knowing look, but then frowns and says,

 “But you know they won’t let us act out our thoughts, let alone think them!”

He retorts,

“Well, we all have to make our choices. You ask of me to pay too heavy a price, that of my freedom. So I’m off to pack my bags. You’ve got ten minutes, if you want to join me, hop on; otherwise, adios love. I shall tell myself then that you chose fear.”

‘Ism’ of the Prism


You have done to me, what you know as the absolute truth, in a time of my absolute unawareness. In my not knowing was the ultimate knowledge of the self, and you took that away, replacing what you knew but I did not, with what I would’ve never wanted to know in the first place; and hence, a lie was born.





Nothing can be called or conceptualized as anything, unless its very nature is realized. Questions remain unanswered in any one or more, of the following cases:

  1. When the questioned is ignorant of the right answer(s).
  2. When the questioned knows, but does not wish to answer, for reasons best known to him/her, whether pure or evil. This could also lead to selective revelation of the answer(s).
  3. When the questioned knows, but is unable to communicate the answer(s) the way that is required.

What I question is purity, and who I seek answers from, cannot even guarantee the existence of it within their very own existence. Ironic, isn’t it? So now the question is, do I even need to question? And if yes, then do I ask the right authority of the answer(s) thereof? In most probability, not!



The time might not be right, but the signs are. And I know they are for I am told so by my heart, and that is where you reside, for I feel you. I may have sought the answers many a time and also gotten disappointed equally or otherwise lesser so, but I also know that if they have to be right, they may not come easy; they may and they shall make me wait, and since I am nobody to know the extent or duration of my waiting, I shall silently accept and wait, for I know what I wait for is worth it.