Manic depression...sums up MBA in spirit...bouts of euphoria followed by stark black sadness...uncertainty and lets face it,sometimes ( a lot of times ) sense of futility...
Sometimes the question...Why the heck am I doing this..sometimes,why the heck did I chose to do what I am not doing now...
And sometimes that flimsy mania just tips over..leaving you a little more sure about you being unsure...
After one such day in college...
Words...like those off target darts,
Confused...missing ends,missing starts..
My voice,lost in noise,
Awkward,my walk,my poise.
My attempts,colored juvenile,futile,
Shoulders droop,as heavy vacuum bags pile,
My eyes,blank,yet full of red,
Staring at dawn,mourning,another night dead.
My mind,so full,Ouch,nerves throbbing,
Mutinous thoughts,conspiring,mobbing.
My words,landing hard,what explosion,
Splinters flying,hurting myself,sparing none..
I'm there too.
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Great piece.
@Devanshi : Not sure if its all that good to find oneself amidst such words...but then sometimes..yes...what you identify yourself with is not the best things...glad u liked it though..
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