People keep thinking there is something broken in your head but when there is something broken in your heart, when slowly and creepily a feeling grows inside you, you look at things from a different perspective, when you fail to find the meaning. This life, is all a matter of few years, there is no mantra of how to live it, everyone live it in their own unique way, what do you achieve or left with in the end is also very different for everyone. What happens when someone put their neck out over everyone's head and look for a long sighted truth, but there is nothing clear, it's all cloudy, white, misty. They keep telling you what to do and it is going to be fine, but then what is fine? You are forced to live through some situations by others who are stuck in the worldly things, and can't look beyond, but you can do nothing about it and everyone around you also wants you to get to a normal state where you wouldn't be forced by someone, then what do you do, what do you chose, do you still look over heads, CONFUSED?? Am I fine now?
It's the darkest I have ever written, may be I am watching too much Goth these days, may be there is nothing out there, may be I have no other talent, no other vision, may be nothing else to look forward to, may be it's too monotonous, or may be it's all these schizophrenic movies, or may be it's all true, may be people are not looking through things. I was worried about the current circumstances, but I was always regretful by the choices I made, by what will happen after all this is over, I finally hit it, I am finally here when there is another road to chose out of many and I am worried that I would go down the wrong path again, but then who knows, what's the right path, it's all these social man-made boundaries which makes it right or wrong, hard or easy. Oh, am I radical or just a pretender?
It's the darkest I have ever written, may be I am watching too much Goth these days, may be there is nothing out there, may be I have no other talent, no other vision, may be nothing else to look forward to, may be it's too monotonous, or may be it's all these schizophrenic movies, or may be it's all true, may be people are not looking through things. I was worried about the current circumstances, but I was always regretful by the choices I made, by what will happen after all this is over, I finally hit it, I am finally here when there is another road to chose out of many and I am worried that I would go down the wrong path again, but then who knows, what's the right path, it's all these social man-made boundaries which makes it right or wrong, hard or easy. Oh, am I radical or just a pretender?
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