A few lines..

Seriously,I had so many things to write about...so many...
Not sure why I picked up the only topic which does not merit words...


And just a few lines,to make it all gone,
Futile,attempts at cracking the glass cubes
Everything visible,but still closed,locked,exits,none
I spill it all,in words gibberish,still cant explain,these self feuds..

पगला

थल्ली पे बैठा हुआ,टाँगे हिलाता,मुस्कुराता पगला,
वोह खट्टी टोफ्फी गंदे तरीके से खता हुआ,नाक पोंछता ,
वहां पीछे दुनिया,चिल्ला रही है,बूढी खूसट,खांसती हुई,
सुना अनसुना करके खुश है पगला,अनंत को घूरता,टंगे हिलाता थल्ली पे...

Highly arbit

Sometimes you just write.
You might have your Spanish end term the next day and you hardly know anything about it.
You just write,because it just makes you feel a little better.
And you write,as sometimes this is the only anchor you have.

Couple of arbitrary lines...

Alarm bells dont wake me up,
Just the droning noise of dull heart beats
Innocent,quite but so strong,kept me alive,awake
And when it stopped,the bells just kept ringing...

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So much to that words just went amiss,
Silence is all I am left with,my only ally,my only bliss

Naive hubris...

Picking up stupid fights,with unknown bullies
A reason there?Or mere satisfaction of hubris?

Just saying no,for the heck of it?For feeling good?
Pretending you are not one of them,albeit your are,under the hood.

Arghh...not sure,may be it helps stay sane,amidst the chaos,the rush
Or help to maintain a semblance,stay a little alive,a little less crushed.

So I do it,mix my naivety and hubris,all in one,
Shook them well,take a swig,guffaw,and like that kid,away I run....