Who decides?

maintaining something is a pain,
i mean its so much better to throw money at a problem, it solves a lot of issues.
But then again the question of integrity creeps in into the framework of things, because fundamentally it is the will and the thought that shapes all things pure and true, anything else is just farce. Or is it?
I mean there are so many things in this world that can be done by means that are plural in their approach but there are others that dont confirm to these equations of barter.
And therefore i say that that the nature of humans plays a big role in these happenings.
The choices made, the parts played and the decisions taken. Somethimes the rulebook takes a backseat and practicality takes forefront.
Many a times these things take their course influenced by the environment that they dwell in/ take place in.
So does that mean that moral sicence is exteremely nice to be taught in text books and that it has no true purpose in life than to score better overall percentage?
Is it true that all things considered immoral may be amounting to foolishness?
Who shall be the judge of things like these;
Because judgement is influnced by perception and perception depends on perspectives,
Diffrent perspectives>perceptions>judgements>Outcomes
So who decides?

A comment on phases in life

What is happiness

How do you define it?

It is said that its a state of mind, true - false, who knows

And, What is sadness;

Again a state of mind that is but a passing phase,

And there is a grey area in the middle of it all

a placid place, a quiet place that just remains

I'm there now, it feels peaceful - yes but there remains a nagging feeling

a tolling of bells in the distance of the signifying oncoming events

A calm before the storm(?) - i really don't know

Isn't this what life is all about?

I mean, you wait for life to happen to you

This placidity is there in order to dwell upon these things

Intangibles that are enormous

and unexplored to comment upon

ties

Ropes, thick n winding
thicker than water
thicker than blood
they strain ,
groan
awash in the tides of time
they sway unabashed
supporting life through the endless chasms
nature in all its glorious fury
unleashed upon them,
fate's undoing,
destiny gnawing at the ends,
Are they so humble
that they shall retire at these provocations
or stolid
that they remain unending with time
strong, solid & thick.

Ode to Ale

bitter frothy gold
swirling with delight
tall and icy
frothy and nicey
leaves u in a bliss
a state that stays for a while
and disappears with time
for those few minutes
there is man made manna
a sweet sense of fluidity
a sense of purposelessness
floating in sanctity

Past

Pouring out myself into this space is advisable??

I have kept it all inside me, bottled up, here and there i recall some hidden file of a thought and ponder over its outcomes, possibilities and what could have been done under such and such circumstances.

But, Is it advisable,

It is said that one should look to the future and forget the past, but there is solace in the past, there is pain in the past, there is pleasure as well

there are precious lessons to be learnt there that the future is only beckoning you to learn.

And, what is the future? - a past that is yet to come, with its pains , pleasures and learning.

So why shun the past? embrace it, love it, learn from it, maybe some day it may save one.

Exquisite Abyss

As the sleep swirls in my eyes
casting myriad pools of unknown thoughts
i admire the feeling from a perspective only my mind derives
i stare at the illusion transfixed
lost to time and space
the rays bouncing off the chiseled marble
or is it?
a sudden movement, a sudden realization, a sudden awakening
life stirs in this heavenly mystique
all too real, all too sweet, all bitter
it sets a benchmark
for the other to fill its yawning abyss...