When the raindrops fall on the mango leaves.

( the title and other sentences should be treated as metaphores)

The raindrops slowly fall down the mango leaves.
The aroma of the heat coming from the ground slowly creates scent of the penetrating water into the soil.The day is dreary to go outside
The day just passed by just to reminisce everthing..  Everthing was controlled. Everything is in its own place.  Everything seems just and true.. But,  everything change. Our idea of the world is not a fairy tale of illusions, for the madness of the world is flux of infinite fiction.
Fiction of tell tale lies..  Fiction of manmade manipulations. The unintelligible knowledge of reality. Hence, Will an inquiry  of the real,  the true and the just,  suffice to lay down the truth?
Will the unending change and rebirth (referring about reincarnation) show us that life is more meaningful,  rather than an obsolete understanding of facts that leads us into the state of nihilism? _______
Will everything that is present before us, concludes, that man can strive for the sake of existence rather than be consumed by desires that used to steal or grabbed man in the hands of wisdom and morality?
Is there really a separation of good and evil,  or is it the otherwise, connecting the two paradox as duality of human existence...
Is there really a God that stands for all the optimism of human life.?
Is there a Highest Being in which all other existence depend its life?
These are the questions that seems far and unreachable to answer.
Questions,  that in times of tragedy makes us the most vulnereble being in this world.
The vulnerability which depicts that life itself is full of mistakes , sorrow and pain..
Emotions that deepens our agony...
Agony that cries for wisdom and truth, yet , such notion becomes deaf and blind to know the pangs of our heart and soul...
Is this the cry of liberation?
Is liberation of the mind tantamounts to another kind of revolution?
Is this the complete angst for change or just redoing the history?
These things keeps on playing in my mind while picking every fragments of answer little by little..
It may not be the whole questions about existential agony or in depth to the crisis that one face on his own existence, yet i just want to share , or perhaps just for an argument , in order to tap on the utmost question of human existence.. Thus, even though all is unanswered, i would rather write what honestly goes in my mind rather than to complement a specific standard of answering.. .Until the raindrops stops to fall on the leaves of the mango tree....