the end is pretty near, but why doesn't the end come before the end? why isn't there any way to escape? what is the need to undergo the trauma?

life has been so magnanimous

no tears, no joys
no sorrows, no happiness
no pains, no pleasure

life indeed has been so magnanimous

the zombie is still running after the mirage thinking that the mirage will stop and get back to him. but he forgot that zombies dont have the right to think and he forgot that long ago he forfeited his right to feel feelings and sentiments and emotions.

its not always bout getting, its bout giving and at times bout giving up.

another day buried in the absence of happiness. so is it a sad unhappy day? how to classify it? why has despair come out of its well entrenched slumber? to remind that not everyday is the same or some greater designs? designs for good or for evil? the crests and the troughs but the crests are infrequent and short, the troughs long, seem almost never ending like eternity. but who wants these? but they are the shadows.

a tomorrow which will never come.

was it a dream or reality? if it was a dream, dreams never come true and if its real then it was truer than the real. why isnt there any balance?

the nerve-wracking never-ending hypocrytical lives that we lead. when are we gonna be blessed with some sanity and humanity to get out of this mess that we fondly and proudly call civilization.


a new dawn,
a new beginning,
which should herald the end.

why is it so difficult to cope with the absensical presence? the all pervading sadness but its better to derive pleasure and thus be happy about it rather than be sad when the cause of it can not be controlled. so cheer up and enjoy the little things.