MIND OF MAD MAN(I am threatened by ridicule, I am overly conscious of the sincerity in my voice, I like to have sex with people)
It’s a monsoon hugging midnight after Friday the 13th, the rain simply showering through all the days as well as till now. I am sure rain will escort me with my broken dreams but I knew I never quit dreaming whether I will be right or death. Dreaming boost my inner energy to sit down and wear a brand new day everyday. As a born sadist I always convince myself whatever I go or do I will right there to catch all the tears and fighting with brave hearted with the situation come towards me. Sometimes reality bites me and left me wounded. Sometimes I felt lonely in the crowded room. There is time in our life; we all want to be alone for a while. This is a conviction or truth that u cannot hide from thyself. People are amusing all around you, singing, dancing, over crowded with there angry or sweet voices but in the middle u found yourself numb, dumb, and listless then listless again. There is no voices can reach you where you have been at that moment. All those moments you carry with yourself and all those years lost there meaning for a while.
My mind boiling and torched me by questions that I only wonder and lost. Is this what I am for? What I am doing over here…..and then you will feel lonely and lost.
When the answer will strike you, you will soon find your way back home and died peacefully…lol
Sometimes, I fake myself just to adjust with the environment. (Collecting Environmental rewards…lolz) This is the cheapest way to raise some unwanted rewards.
The bruise emotions, unwanted tears and all that pain of suffering gives me great relief, soothing effects and heal me like no one than quickly I stand up and keep walking, breathing, singing like a free bird. Hey look at me I am still alive. Lucky to be alive and young in this alien city. Life- count not by years but the moments you live with fullest.
I was thinking about myself so lately as I realize there is a vivid but visible dull, times I had been living with till date. It is like pendulum that hanging in the vacuum that eagerly wants strike the extreme side of the both end. I am still working hard to get there but I cant get enough . Life is nothing but seen as how you want it to be. Sometimes the wanting is silently killing all dreams and we weep gently. Live in the deep hallucination that only show me negative drip and blowing fuse.
I hate those entire sympathetic hills that all around me. People stared me like an alien animals. Is that fair, People should mind their own business. Why the tried to sneaking or peeking others life without a valid permission. Anyways let them stare at me….me either don’t give a damn thing to them. Live and let live…lol
I want to buy a situation
THE CALLING
Killing is my business. Don’t you scare of me? All these years I keep fighting with myself: I killed me. Honestly I liked to kill myself someday. I want to feel the pain bit by bit damn slowly.
So don’t say YOU SING ALL SUMMER Now dance.
If the memories are not faded with times then half of this humane died with madness. Time is great and genuine healer.
Nobody forgets there First love, first kiss, first bike, etc... Everything’s that first ever experience in lifetime. The times grow with us, we become old, we may be forgetting all of them accept the very first thing i.e. fallen in love for the first time. No matter how we try we never get rid with our first love. It’s like a poisonous fungus that grows day after days and left us somewhere wounded and in deep pain we cry alone.
We must cherish the pain; I should say we all celebrate it with others. Then there will no war at all.
DAMN why don’t I never forget about her…how come I only suffer when all birds are singing and dancing all the ways down. Why I would like to there for her always.
I know I am cheating someone for my first love. I sincerely admitted that to her but it is not working towards her. I wonder why she keep loving me after all that confession.
Did I quit…..
Today again the alcohol touch me stomach and make me sober.
LET THE PEACE OUT
It’s a monsoon hugging midnight after Friday the 13th, the rain simply showering through all the days as well as till now. I am sure rain will escort me with my broken dreams but I knew I never quit dreaming whether I will be right or death. Dreaming boost my inner energy to sit down and wear a brand new day everyday. As a born sadist I always convince myself whatever I go or do I will right there to catch all the tears and fighting with brave hearted with the situation come towards me. Sometimes reality bites me and left me wounded. Sometimes I felt lonely in the crowded room. There is time in our life; we all want to be alone for a while. This is a conviction or truth that u cannot hide from thyself. People are amusing all around you, singing, dancing, over crowded with there angry or sweet voices but in the middle u found yourself numb, dumb, and listless then listless again. There is no voices can reach you where you have been at that moment. All those moments you carry with yourself and all those years lost there meaning for a while.
My mind boiling and torched me by questions that I only wonder and lost. Is this what I am for? What I am doing over here…..and then you will feel lonely and lost.
When the answer will strike you, you will soon find your way back home and died peacefully…lol
Sometimes, I fake myself just to adjust with the environment. (Collecting Environmental rewards…lolz) This is the cheapest way to raise some unwanted rewards.
The bruise emotions, unwanted tears and all that pain of suffering gives me great relief, soothing effects and heal me like no one than quickly I stand up and keep walking, breathing, singing like a free bird. Hey look at me I am still alive. Lucky to be alive and young in this alien city. Life- count not by years but the moments you live with fullest.
I was thinking about myself so lately as I realize there is a vivid but visible dull, times I had been living with till date. It is like pendulum that hanging in the vacuum that eagerly wants strike the extreme side of the both end. I am still working hard to get there but I cant get enough . Life is nothing but seen as how you want it to be. Sometimes the wanting is silently killing all dreams and we weep gently. Live in the deep hallucination that only show me negative drip and blowing fuse.
I hate those entire sympathetic hills that all around me. People stared me like an alien animals. Is that fair, People should mind their own business. Why the tried to sneaking or peeking others life without a valid permission. Anyways let them stare at me….me either don’t give a damn thing to them. Live and let live…lol
I want to buy a situation
THE CALLING
Killing is my business. Don’t you scare of me? All these years I keep fighting with myself: I killed me. Honestly I liked to kill myself someday. I want to feel the pain bit by bit damn slowly.
So don’t say YOU SING ALL SUMMER Now dance.
If the memories are not faded with times then half of this humane died with madness. Time is great and genuine healer.
Nobody forgets there First love, first kiss, first bike, etc... Everything’s that first ever experience in lifetime. The times grow with us, we become old, we may be forgetting all of them accept the very first thing i.e. fallen in love for the first time. No matter how we try we never get rid with our first love. It’s like a poisonous fungus that grows day after days and left us somewhere wounded and in deep pain we cry alone.
We must cherish the pain; I should say we all celebrate it with others. Then there will no war at all.
DAMN why don’t I never forget about her…how come I only suffer when all birds are singing and dancing all the ways down. Why I would like to there for her always.
I know I am cheating someone for my first love. I sincerely admitted that to her but it is not working towards her. I wonder why she keep loving me after all that confession.
Did I quit…..
Today again the alcohol touch me stomach and make me sober.
LET THE PEACE OUT
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