I saw a dog running behind
A speeding vehicle
Which I heard had just hit it
And missed its life by a inch

Foolish of the dog
What would it achieve anyways?
So I turned the road
I was looking for you

I had followed the vehicle
You were riding in
Its ok, I knew you would wait for me
The next road, the next cross

Only the water trickled down to my bones
Through my clothes, through my Skin
I have indulged in rain before
Never this cold, this cold shivers

The next lane at least?
No, only the rain,
It was too late by then
You had crossed the line by then

The patience turned to disgust
Within myself and spread out into the world
The depression turned to Anger
Like fire that doesn’t extinguish even in cold rains

The burns inside of me lead me now
I heard the metal crash on the tar
I saw the dog running towards me now
I closed my eyes to eternal darkness.

ROLES? WHAT NEXT ?

Sitting in that room again
People come and go trying to prove something
To others or to themselves is the question.

Tick…tick…tick
The wristwatch of the person next to me
Waiting waiting waiting

Two voices in my head
Waiting for what?
Don’t ask me!

Freedom from sitting around without a purpose
Then what
Don’t ask me-I am listening to the class

How well do I fit into the role set?
What? Why should I?
Should I?

Discussion: If unsatisfactory
What if Unsatisfactory?
The subject must take measures to make satisfactory!

What first for all I have a role?
Yeah, and you are supposed to improve yourself for it
Silence…tick…tick….

Tick….triiiiinnggg…my role
Get out of the class
Play the role or be locked….

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I guess everything just evaporates into the nothingness
The superficiality of life-being alive is just a false hope.
The memories fade
The excitement dies
The happiness takes to evanescence
It all in the core of sadness
If it wasn’t for this
We would never wake up in the morning
Hoping to find something that would
Probably would
Help us go closer to this ideal state of happiness
If it wasn’t for the earth we would never aim the skies
Its all in the process
Its all about the stagnation of life
It is all about standing there in the rain and feeling small
So small that you wish you would melt and disappear
But still you would stand there disgusting yourself
That you can not escape this stillness
That silence that mocks you
The past that you can not let go of
The coffee you have everyday
And knowing how exactly it would tingle
Every corner of your mouth and how
But still you will indulge drown yourself in it
The first step is always curiosity
After that its pure indulgence
Like the waves of the sea
Like the first cut on your body
Like the first blow of the trust
Then we learn to laugh at it
In the mirror, in your eyes,
Disapperence, Stagnation, Monotony….