I've left writing for sometime as my attention was blurred
and distracted by the inducement of life.
I realize that whenever I am in pain, I am heaved toward the keyboard myself.
I realize that whenever I am in pain, I am heaved toward the keyboard myself.
It feels like a storm of misery and melancholy hovering over
my head, like the darkest shade of night in the eyes of a blind man. Certainly there is nothing to prove or to
make a point. I am just letting out some of what’s eating me up.
When the logistic reasons die, the irrational, unreasonable, unthinkable born. I am just 21 but it feels like I’ve seen ages of alteration in lives of mortals, like a profound spirit is wandering in a corpse of a lost man. I visit and fuse with plenty of people of plenty of temperament and plenty of camouflage, but yet so far, I couldn’t find a single person of akin mindset as mine. That’s one o the reasons why I feel so detached from this life, it feels like I am made to be a loner.
When the logistic reasons die, the irrational, unreasonable, unthinkable born. I am just 21 but it feels like I’ve seen ages of alteration in lives of mortals, like a profound spirit is wandering in a corpse of a lost man. I visit and fuse with plenty of people of plenty of temperament and plenty of camouflage, but yet so far, I couldn’t find a single person of akin mindset as mine. That’s one o the reasons why I feel so detached from this life, it feels like I am made to be a loner.
Plethora of times I hear that “No one understands me”, “I am
different from rest”, although I know they aren't I politely reply them “I know you are.” But deep inside I see
nothing different in them. They all are colored in same dimensions.
Kadam takra jaye kisi ummeed
se,
ke mil jaye koi bahana jeene ka..
ke mil jaye koi bahana jeene ka..
(Wish I drop into a reason to live.)
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