(random thoughts..)


standing alone in this cold winter
looking away as the wind goes by
smoking a cigarette as it was the only joy
where do I go?
where do I begin?
How I got here is what i've
been pondering upon since ages..
life is mystical and absurd..
never makes you happy when you need it the most

inanimate oblivion is what I got..
love and peace long divorced the human race
fear has become like an old friend now..
insecurity is what I finally settled for..
past is like a constant reminder of the doubtful
and unfulfilling present..
future is like this big clouded sky..
that never promises to rain..

Is there hope?
I guess i'll let the wind answer that one..
what do I do?
my head is young, dazed and confused.
but I guess painful silence is all that I deserve..
reminds you of all the wrong that culminated
to this point..
culmination of my very being..
hope to see a better tomorrow
is what i keep on telling myself..
In the end
I Hope I was right.