Saturday, March 31, 2012

Notes from a living room: 30

...and like all the dumb-heads in this world I want to cry out loud at the top of my voice to say a few words, in silence. Yes. Yes. There goes my irony.

Head down. Hands in my pocket. Defeated, unsung hero. Plans in my mind. Loads of them. Closed fists. Determined. Only to realise it's futile.



Once I'm through with a job, there is no single force in this world, that can stop me from achieving what I want.



I look back, and realise why did the clairvoyant smile at me that day...as I feel a chill and shivering in myself.


This all...was written. And what is worse, I fell in the trap. Knowingly.


- March 31st, '12.

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