Not for me...

I guess it is not for me. Family, friends, a life partner and so much more. It is not for me. I have met her, but not "her". I have seen many people come and go but not the ones who will stay. Is it my fault? No. It is just not for me. Is it a lament? Hell, no! It is a great realisation. Who am I? What am I? It does makes sense now. The veil of mist is clearing off on many such questions and doubts. It never occured to me that it was not for me. Had this hit before, things would have been much more pristine. Just let it go? Huh, I let everything and everyone simply go. Is it over? Yes. It is. But, it is not for me. So, there was never a start, hence, never an end.

Shadowy glory...

There are shadows in the light. There are shadows even in the dark. Not to be taken lightly, there are sightings of shadows everywhere. Faces that have no stature to be shown upfront eventually turn to shadows. Many a face defaced in shame over time, chasing midnight even in daylight, there is no reprieve for these shadowy souls. Once a parasite, latching onto light to dim the luminance, today's shadows are nothing more than a scary sight. In the light, enjoying the fight, taking flight, there is no room for oft-sighted shadows.

Silent chaos...

Every chaos around has fallen silent. Not always do you walk to the terrace so late in the night. In search of something, as if it were readily available at this place and hour. At the silent hour, sitting and gazing at the star-studded sky slowly turn into a cloudy night. A gentle breeze hinting of distant rain, and the faint drizzle slowly kissing the forehead, the visit to the terrace does not seem random anymore. 

My Liege...

A missing piece long lost, leaving a piece as price for it all. It is not the one that hates the world. It is the world that hates the one. Many against one is better than one against many. The presented vision for enhanced sustenance mistaken as envy and evil is all that this world can hold today. Shrug it?! My Liege...

Best kept secret...

What disturbs us from within has to be thrown out earlier than usual. That is how we evolve. As in, we get this disturbance as love and we speak out. Thus, it vanishes. Likewise, when pain disturbs us, throw it out. It will vanish. Does it? Well, that is what we hope. What if we become a pain magnet and become a pain disposing machine? The chances for the latter are very high. Beware!

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.