An Accidental Life...

Sometimes it connects, most of the time there is a connection but no current which makes it work, now same thing won’t work at all…

When I look back, I connect the dots and realize the same pattern that has been along with me all the time and I am not able to understand it…

Now, her, I take the initiative but then again how I get mixed up with what I had manage to come out of…

This world, these days… they are such where it’s hard to wait and breath… the day is more like a vacuum tunnel than events of a day…

Earlier people would have complained that I was not abiding to the needful duties… but now I have been burdened by them and here I am not able to know the real me under the dropped leaves of the responsibilities…

Just in the name of responsibility I not able to click that spark of creativity… where in this performance oriented, logic driven reality I am about to lose all my magical ability…

Where everything looks bereft of positivity and question is been asked for childish longevity…

There is no way out… I won’t survive the days of this rat race… how some many have walked out and how they have created a new pathway for themselves…

How the people around me make me feel ashamed about my own little world… where my likes are been judged… and my choices are being succumbed…

Can’t I have I have pain for my desire…than suffering for the happiness of the others… but the world also has name to that…

Name…, tags…, brands… are what we are enveloped with where we have lost our own identity by picking top brands from the stream of laying down the self-esteem…

Not complaining, but saying, what have come upon where little is left for self and that can’t be had and nothing can be satiated with it…

So many things just went by, and some are still lying unused yet have grown old… where I think I am just getting older but never wiser… where all what is liked… is hard to talk about and what will come is harder to be thought about…

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