Trench

Had a rough day and I am totally jaded, I was off for office work. I cant imagine, how I am getting a kinetic motion to my lazily harboured cells. I am growing so fast , quickly pacing up and becoming flat feet with Mumbai. The bluntness in me is growing, no sharp edges now that could hew people.  I am learning to talk, by talk I mean, how to talk falsely and pretend. I guess that`s what people do. we all live in a false world, a tiny cocoon infused with spleen Wish I could spew my clients in a more septic manner, but I can’t, money has gagged me. So ,right now I am in Marol, Kurla-Andheri road. This place is in Shivai Plaza. I had to wait and I got nothing to do rather than writing. Perhaps most of my words in this blog are regenerated views, words I got so I can drivel. Words out of head are a gush of fury and vitriol. My mind is so fucking twisted when I have to wait for anything or to meet anyone. I dunno how long I have to walk on such broken down road, and changing myself for no good. How long will I shackle my life, how long I will be confined with this miseries. I dunno when I am turning into a fucking mechanical machine. Like a weasel , I am finding my way in such places,where no one cares.I am so ill-assorted in this puzzle of life. Only my anger and my insanity is fueling me, fury is breeding within me.  Wish I had a spare life upon which I could rely,  I would have slit myself and my life to get a better one. Unhappiness seems like a daily tale to me. So much hatred, so much pain, so much black blood I am automatically feeling. This incessant flow of loathe will surly kill me one day, or I will kill myself. I am just looking for a tool, this imperfect  imprints are engraved in me and the dust of time is making it so difficult to decipher what I actually want to read.  I need  fucking nirvana, I don’t wanna answer to any of the questions. Forgive lord, I failed. My asphalt filled life is descending and I am very weak now.
So weak.. so weak..
Bye Phone.