You Live what U dont

Mesmarising.. great.. awful.. sucks!!!

Life has all the adjectives that can go on with it. The race has the pace which is too fast, something tells us within ourselves, "we cant run the race". Its a rat race. I dont know why race has the simile used with rodents. I dont want to question the very thought that made up all this that it starts off in one day. Watch your time as the pendulum swings and you start counting the number of visitors for your death. It doesnt even matter how hard you try, sometimes its just a jiffy you take to make all fine. I tried so hard and gone so far but in the end it doesnt even matter. I had gone far to lose it all!!!

Sometimes i feel life is just another soap bublle thats gone in the next moment. Sometimes i feel its a chewing gum. You chew on it on and on and as it intermingles withthe saliva secreted by ourselves, the taste stays, then its sticky. You dispose it , you run away from it and still it is on and aorund sometimes sticking to your shoes, your clothes. You try to get rid of it, the more it stays close to you.Why i dono. Sometimes i feel its the music that is born from the frail frets of a bass guitar, sometimes i feel its as annoying and cumbersome as the strain on an electric huitar string.

Still i shout with all the voice i have that my chords can support that

" LIFE is GOOD"

Emotional Atyachar

DEV D was a big hit. no questioning that. All the misery of breakups and the things that ensued portrayed in its raw form. I have had my break up too. Its more emotinal when the truth that there is no longer a voice which is going to pamper you on the other side of your mobile dawns right before you. Every song that you hear reminds you of moments spent with her. The more you try to divert ypurself away from her thoughts, the more she appears in every blink of your eye.

I never saw DEV D and resorted to drinking. In fact i drank to forget all that brought in the break ups. It was painful and addictive. Every action you did to get rid off all the pain within you drew you closer, that all the real beautiful things in life seemed meek and wasted. I felt I was a stranger to myself. Some sould in me pitied me, or was it the people around me. The genes in me kept me going. No one knew, for i never changed much in the way I carried myself; solitude killed me from toe to the last strand of my hair. "Fear of the dark" as maiden sang it long ago was gripping me. I was having fever that couldnt be cured. And the worst part was i knew it.It was killing me from inside.It was like cancer, the pain was slowly but strongly eating into me. This had no escape. I had to face the truth. I hold on to life till the last shred of the rope that puppets me in my life keeps me going.. till the last drop of blood in me is pumped to all over me.. and till my lungs breathes in the last whiff of air......