life is a real bitch. harder it plays with us greater satisfaction it attains.
on a chilly wintry night , i m standing on terrace tryin to observe the vaccum dat has created a void in my life . grotesque of problems appears to be dangling around.
i shut my eyes and tried to hide myself . burning orange blue flame hurt my eyes . chilled air seems to be searing my mind . i opend my eyes and raised my fingers to wipe the water droplets on my lashes , slowly dripping on my burning cheeks , like water droplets on a hot plate .
my chin swirls a bit . frackled lower lip seems to be dead , has'nt been streched from its extreme ends for long . i curled it over my teeth and press it hard . mere creature cudnt stand the pressure and soon cracks are filled with crimson salty liquid . my tounge wants to embalm my lips , eager to taste the freshly squeezed juice . my nose is clogged and i can feel the heaviness in my breathing . temperature behind my eyes is on toll. hot liquid run down from my nose , like a fat melting from rosting meat.
my throat is choked. full of noises deep inside my windpipe , as if sumone is silting my throat . as if blood were flowing out of invisible wound . i upturned my eyes, and pulled down a large peice of warm fabric lying over my shoulder, letting this unpleasently cold air to play with my sweltering body. letting it freeze my galvanised skin , to cool down the burnin coal inside it . but all in vain.
my heart pounds harder, as if wanna cry with a bursting laughter.
my arms open up ,ready to dive in this meloncholic sky.
i wish i cud hav died.
