We are being observed by the concrete walls more than the almighty one… Advertisements
I capture things which help me later in writing memoirs for my future past. Things which are non living and possibly living too! ~A psycho in every ME~
And at the end the only common Event for us was ‘an approaching death’.
Sometimes, I feel the intensity of nothingness, Deep, quiet- serene numbness around my aura The stagnant activities, unearthed walls staring at us, As if, the world will come crushing around the moment The highest wall of my room mocks at me everyday, The fear of it, crashing me to pieces is consuming me day by […]
I paint everyday, I paint the essence of every color. I paint black n white… I paint vaguely because I really don’t know how to paint anymore.
I believed in me, I believed in every pore of my skin I stood for ‘I’ I lied for myself, I cried for me… And at the end : me lied to myself!!
Where there is a trust, there is a betray!! जहाँ विश्वास है वही विश्वासघात भी!