An Old One-Two

Excerpt I :

What should it be ? Glamorous ; interesting ; energetic ; funnier?

When I questioned ; they stopped telling…

When I resisted , they started hiding.

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I'll bet he’s great
That guy she talks about
And he's got everything
That I have to live without

He better hold her tight
Give her all his love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know he's lucky '

Excerpt II :

Its not that I was promised something.

It was too young.

In the process of observation ..you forget reflection…of self.

Thank you…..world…I retreat.

Excerpt III :

Sometimes when you think you are a connoisseur ,

you are actually not…..

Your presumptuousness can only betray you.

Much like it always has….

People , expectations.

Expectations, people.

Ruin, ruin.

Im not a pessimist , Im not a misanthrope …Im not even a sadist…I was just wrong.

Im just amused at how I am terribly wrong everytime.

Its kind of funny when you think you can see people ; but actually your vision is too clouded…

I thought we connected, its funny , guess only I did to something that didn’t exist.

A castle of dreams on a foundation of smoke .

Smoking coming out…

From scarred memories,

From rotten beliefs…

From burnt thoughts.

They say I revel in misery..overtake me then dear misery…I would like to drown.

Escape

                                     

I was blanched and i was upbeat . My body submitting to the extreme levels of physical expenditure. Never before had I seen the world through the eyes of fear .

A leafy room, alienated now.. 
Strange voices emerging from a melancholic proximity . The room was a mess. Was somebody moving in ; or was somebody moving out ?

It was quiet, very quiet.

Nothing beats solitude at 2am of a dull morning on deserted lanes of a place that signified life to you. I was waiting for them to come , so that I could let them go….

Shadows , clamour,ebbing, silence, a couple, opinions , separation.

"Tez hawa udte panchiyon ke bhi par todd deti hai …"

Of wanting to relive experiences , of wanting to share a last laugh , of getting disappointed , indifference .

So I turned myself to confluence than to sulk over separation.I couldn’t wait for the morning to start . I did not want the night to end.

Of forced smiles ; of non-chalance or reluctance to meet.

It was 6am ; the sun was out. But the morning refused to start. I urged the night to retreat , I urged the morning to take over. Of eluding , of blind alleys and bitter pills and of fear .

The sun was high up in the sky by now….my morning refused ..the view I said shall be profused .

I was gonna go there anyways ; just like I did a day earlier….

Of colors blue ; of eyes green ; of resplendent smile and of a turning tide.

A prodigious climb , an agreed peace , personal talks and nature’s picturesque .A pleasant breeze ; making obvious the things unsaid . It was for one last time maybe , for one last time …but I was on the top of the world . …..literally speaking.

The view from the top of a hill is equally amazing , everytime .