Despair

Let the suppressed emotions burst out my dear,

It is fine, if you are intimidated,

Nobody here is wholly reputed,

Even your life is somehow regulated…

          “I am fed up with my life.” he replied ultimately,

    Not everything is real and trustworthy here,

    Not have got any remarkable moments and stuff to cheer,

    there is only despair and despair..

I scarcely recognise these people now,

Those idolatry and affection which i used to believe is just a fairytale now,

All those dreams are in the stage of drowning now,

Only despair and despair remained now…

I am not tryna spread out unpleasantries and disgust here,

Just inner insecurities and overthinking is killing me here,

Believe that, someone out there has the same story to share,

There might only despair and despair to hear.

I’m begrimed with these stupid thought,

But, there is literally no one to make a single call,

I frequently think, it is better to creep towards drugs,

There is only despair and despair to share….

Roads of love were convoluted to perceive,

Despite, i somehow managed long to drive,

But not for long enough of what i had desired,

Impending days were going to be melancholic and wretched,

There was a never ending crave of despair and despair…

blank but endearing;

Commencing with blank. What first came in the skull thinking about blank? Do you think about the blank cheque? Or you think about the blank paper? Likewise you could find lots of stuff relevant to blank. But have you ever thought that we all are blank somewhere? How do you wanna proceed, in a positive direction or negative? I wanna lead this to a positive direction. Blank does not mean you got nothing. It indicates that you are available for every possible thing, things which you would like and grant it to be printed. It reflects that you are utterly immaculate.  So, how do  you wanna exploit this blank space? Wisely or recklessly. Wanna make it a lake of conundrum or lake of serenity. Wanna forge it or exacerbate it. I would like to suggest that tattoo the things which make you feel like you are alive and give you the joy and comfort over events throughout your entire life.  

Hard to find a Bonafide one:

Out of nowhere, all people close to your beat will leave you behind and choose their own highway. On that moment, the entire time you have spent since you met will not be considerable. You can’t even cajole them to stay longer. No need to be appalled here. That’s how the world is rolling. It’s just a matter of time, sooner or later your foe could be transformed to your friend and friends could be a malignant adversary.

Subsequently,they will demonstrate their spectrum of colour of their intention to detriment us. It will sound better if i say every fucking colour of their intension. Accept it we cannot procrastinate the inevitable. 

In Meantime, it’s not simple to get a pristine and authentic relationship, friendship and intimacy. All the stuff they expose to you is just a facade. Deep down it is contaminated with lots of terrible diseases and reality.