He is sad..He needs yank up..
He is running through a strange phase in his life..strange in a way that it has strangled him up only to make him succumb to his self..
He finds no way but to yield to his impulsive compulsion..He finds no better option than to fall a prey to the noxious vice full of lies. The abominable self cries for its ablutions, and he is still unable to wash off the filth since it has stifled his self-esteem..The game of love was so unevenly poised...and the game of hatred seems really a tough one to fight....
He can't chuck the stones of malevolence at his besmirched and revengeful self..He can't even heal the wounds of his bruised ego with all his mellow and conciliatory intellect..He finds no way but to give in to his adamant arrogance...Day by day, it's getting harder for him to wipe off an abject,yet easily foreseeable misfortune ahead of him....
So,this young chap dies by the day with no hope whatsoever to bounce back, for he has contravened the laws of life, lost his battle to the deceit of death only to end up getting inexorably smeared at every possible moment...
He feels abandoned, disdained...like a lone forlorn warrior roaming in the same old gray battlefield, groaning in endless agony, still proceeding stealthily with bottomless lust and fearless ferocity....
Baranagar Heritage Walk
5 years ago
3 comments:
wht feedbck do u want?whts der 2 say? temme..gimme sum ideas on commentn!
its sort of different..u jus set me wonderng...
y do u carry such thots.....??
wel...beautifully written...u know newton's law were more of philosophy..and yes we have too many umbilical chords
@zephyr..good to find somebody startled..
@anonymous.. dunno who u r....yes too many umbilical chords....life certainly is a philosophy ..and me a single superficial existence of shallow pretension on earth..
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