This
tactile interface, between my looming desires and the reality that is so ambiguous;
a stance for the all the doings as a being, bracketed to be wrong. Each tick-tock, my existence
drifts, drifting to be outlandish. Like a fizzle of droplet, in a hot summer
day, my desires evanescence. My heart, wants to channel out all the pent up
thoughts and bitter tales. Oh, my aching heart,in requisite of balm, to anointed the
gushing pain, down its veins. Recuse the existence of its character; the
essence of being alive, among the world, rusted with a sense of nonchalant pride.
Wishfully, I wish to be the vary boy, as I was once.
The gypsy
in me, longs for the bygone. How days passed, left me tarnish, reduced me of
life. A false believe, a richness, now all curled up into a falsehood, and set
apart to ruins, in the deep compartments of my heart. My colors, my appearances,
differs among people, whom I don’t know. These streets still supplies a new story to
be read every time, but I am swamped in my own created miseries, soaked in the
dirt.Each passing day, I crawl myself to forget what I was, once.
As, the duskiness
bask, and the world retires, worn out of human drama, my heart talks out of closet. Caressing in phantom pain. In comfort of long winded talks, with affable guzzles, it opens. The pain of yesterday, vacuums
pain of today; siphoning with fake beliefs and promises, again.
Sigh!!
