Forlorn nights and my senseless emotions intertwined, to get rid of whatever is misleading me and my thoughts into a never ending paradoxical jungle. Decisions and choices keep changing frequently and irrelevantly like my thoughts. Standing there among the crowd makes me feel superior yet inferior but never a part of the crowd. But nobody accepts me as their king nor their subordinate. It's hard not to even be a part of the crowd. Structured plans however determinative fails. Companion or a grill to hold as I walk or just the visual support. What's a visual support? Just the fact that I've a support though I don't need it? Or am I pretending so? fooling myself? Why does my heart crave to pour my emotions to that one person who never wants to listen to me? Why are we in a constant search for the impossible? Am I so addicted to pain subconsciously that I start searching for a peck of sorrow in happiness? Throwing myself into a pool of unsolvable riddles, unquenchable thirst has always been a part of my survival.
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
