Veby On The Move

While my television set is on mute trying to deliver some money sponging advertisements, I am sitting here not only filling up the free  notebook provided to me by my office but I am also finishing the precious ink of that precious pen which angry young Sunil Sir lend me only for a day.

Kept the kitchen lights on, more a subject to habit till I finally go to bed, proper timings of which are still unknown to me. There are things within which does not let me sleep in peace- many thoughts, confusions, decisions and the list continues.

Though drowsy with high doses of anti biotic and intoxicating painkillers does less benefit to my chest than my face- an addicted look which makes people around me suspicious.

My question is, isn’t there anybody who could read past the falsified façade which reveals my real feelings- of pain, wanting to be loved, and not listening to the harsh taunts for the little relaxation which I love to indulge into my life.

A rhetorical question indeed, because there is no one who can actually understand my real situation behind medical effects and family issues. I need break the ice to melt out all my emotions, hatred, fear, confusion and life.

No one can sweep the princess off her feet; not atleast in this life – a guess which I truly want to be absolutely wrong.

The fantasy world of my dreamland echoes stories of past, which I had long forgotten in the daily rush of my strictly scheduled life. Travelling around the world in my dreams glides me through Gondola rides handled by handsome bread earners.

Trying to adorn a canvass with the much visited ruined palace is something that needs more concentrated observation which repeatedly troubles my dreams. Islands, volcano bungee jumping, trailing through deepest forests sighting mighty wild cats and amazing wild life – so many things to do while I get ready for the scanty sleep of my daily life.