In the strange turn of life with painful events in sight, time tickles me with tears and smiles. The self inflicted were fine, but those earned through association is the coin. The image of being a thorn is shuddering The confusions are the biggest hindrance and the mind the toughest barrier. Relationships wound threads of uneven strengths on my heart and soul, each provoking and questioning my mere existence. The lonliness of my words screams in me to find the seed or the flower. The conviction they talk about, the faith they sing about makes me move from heaven to hell. The whole structure calls for perfection but lacks the wheels to move on the road; my dreams pushes me to fly. Not alone I am, I have realized now. The knowledge is yet to be applied & the reality is yet to be realised. The society is the key, the living is the way. Parents & peers asks for me, the others don't call still bounds me.
The only hope is faith. The faith of a child, the pray in this wild.
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