No escape...

I have pain inside. It hurts a lot. It has no voice and hence it runs around hurting without being noticed by anyone. The pain is so intense that it disrupts breathing. It feels like a giant turbine sucking all the air in my lungs. It causes discomfort in the chest like some heavy weights pulling me down. An invisible force so powerful that it operates in every dimension I know of. There is no escape even after accepting reality....

My reply to The Complete Man...

Voila! The day I was waiting for has come. That tag which was thrown at me never bothered me because I know who I am. But, if I had tried to explain it back then, my circumstances would have weakened my argument. Also, trying to defend it years ago and then substantiating it with the wonderful fact I have today would not create the blockbuster slap I am giving back today for having thrown trash at me. Are you ready? Boy, am I so excited to reveal it. F@ck yeah! lik a bau5...

The doors...

Was that for me? The doors. I saw them. Few days ago,  I saw them appear. I still see it. But, without being sure if it is for me, I am not knocking them. But, I must admit the feel was totally out of this world to see them appear. Wow! So, tell me. Did you open the doors for me? Oh wait! I should ask, did you put those doors there for me to knock? I am ready. Awaiting your confirmation for the same.

The moment...

Both had taken their flight, each flying in from different places to a common destination. After a lull, this is their first reunion since years. One, that both had doubted and wished would happen in their Life again. Now that it is about to take place, will everything go as planned? Do they even have a plan? Can these even be planned? 

Due tribute...

This has been waiting for quite a long time now. Every time I scribble, I do it mostly from my point of view. I just scribble to bring out what is bothering me from inside. And, while I have been doing that, I always wonder about one thing, but it has not happened till now as to how or what goes on on the other side I care about?! Also, my scribbling aligning with my gender will not be from my opposite gender's perspective obviously. So, let me try analysing this aspect which has kept me guessing for more than a decade now. 

How long?...

I have been angry, upset and totally helpless. But, for how long can I hate you? Can I even do that? I tried. I tried to remain angry. Maybe I still am angry but, I see I cannot do that anymore. I have tried to stay away, push you away, even throw abuses, but did it work? Partly yes, mostly no.

Avventura...

Who stops me from scribbling? Why should I restrict myself? I have the freedom to express and I will do it. It feels like a complete refresh. The cycle seems to have completed. So, what's next? I am aware of. Is this a never-ending one? That, I am not sure of. Anyway, let's go.