Business...

You did not walk with me. You left a decade ago. Your expectations were travelling along with me- To satisfy your needs, never mindful of what is going on inside me. In the name of a mutual bond, so much mudslinging over the years. The final destination is where you dropped me off and chose to carefully navigate and drop those expectations on a sh!thead.

Pain, gain, vain...

I need a chamber. A place to dump all that I generate while grinding this lifespan. I open the shell to only stuff it and shut it again. The erstwhile empire is nowhere to be seen. You may wonder. Or, your inflated ego is struggling to show off. Whatever it is, I just need my chamber for myself. I inhale for a reason written on my forehead. What I exhale is not of my concern as I write this off here.

Thence justified...

Sometimes we trust people not to falter. Sometimes things just don't matter. But, when something matters and if a person falters, then that is when everything can shatter. While this world will not stop or wait for anyone, the consequences can bring everything to a grinding halt to that one innocent soul facing it all. History holds invisible records of such shatterings. Nobody knows how many until they become a 'nobody' themselves.

There is something...

There is something the eyes are searching for; there is something that the ears are waiting to hear; there is something that the heart is beating for; there is something this destiny is written for; there is a destination for this journey. All of it will be for the same moment in Life. One that I am waiting for. 

A dream's reprise...

Every time it happens, it stirs a hornet's nest. The spiralling effect shoots memories, thoughts, the brain's functions and everything into chaos. There is no track to figure out what is normalcy and what is right or wrong. The constant ringing wrings the essence further. The famed lyrics sidelined intentionally, comes to the rescue but ends up reminding the dreaded timelines.

The genius...

The multitude of circumstances, the variety of scenarios playing out, the everchanging ecosystems and the like lead to the rise and fall of creative minds. The genius behind any work was/is merely an accident in most of the cases. It is not that only the creators undergo change, the audience evolve equally and this makes it difficult to predict any of these.

Liberate thy self...

There is so much pain. It wants to gush out but there is no way for it to flow out. There is a constant pressure and stress on the vitals. It makes me look like a fool talking to a wall. Hence, the zone is closed. There is no purpose served and neither is there any response. Everyone around me takes everything about my Life for granted and that is why I have ended up like this.