Living a lost life

So, lucky they are the winners of the colorful lottery. They feel that they have achieved something. But they have to leave behind so many thing, including their heart here. They live a lost life and here I do the same. I feel lost. Lost..so lost in the crowd. But still I am able …to live this lost life. Hey, I can’t be so weak; I console myself. I am much stronger. A cell phone which hardly beeps the so called “International Number”. In the round world. The connections only the electromagnetic waves ( or something like that). Faces…not seen for such a long time.Faces…. I have seen for two decades and more. And now the faces went unseen. Cheater is the so called Fate or cheater is the so called l-o-t-t-e-r-y or the cheater is the number..”21″. So, called independent number as decided. How sad it feels like? Feels so sad…

Promises that are so false. Promises that are so what you call ….that gives so much of pain. Promises that are so fake.The l-o-t-t-e-r-y Promise. The promise of the l-o-t-t-e-r-y that everything will be fine, so good, life will be changed, green money that will change the fate. {The shit like promise, so fake, so bad, so poor, so ….sooo…soo}. The fake lottery that changed so many things. That changed the place. That changed the mind. Polluted the mind with the green thing. What is like the green thing?

You all are like the far away stars, when you click in my memory, eyes swell up in the morning but there is no presence of you all here. To see my swollen eyes, Continue reading

Advertisements