What Next....?

What next? People keep on asking me, everyone have a comment or some advice to give. I wonder.When we set targets or goals, don’t we limit ourselves? Probably I am right or may be wrong, but my voices behind the gray walls won’t accept the limitations… I will scream. At nineteen I lost The Paradise and honestly speaking I am regaining it every moment till today. I would prefer to be pickled in some old jar rather being intellectually and emotionally molested by a someone whose only intoxication is climbing a never ending ladder and fantasize to sleep up there with some ‘childhood sweetheart’.Have we ever wondered to think about those lost moments of laughter, days of being carefree… the days of childhood? I understand we grow up and things change, but at the cost of our own self? That green endless ladder might be justified truth and we might need to sleep with someone having a distorted mask over his or her face, just to reach there.Someone once told me that cats have nine life and we human only one….

Paradise lost and regained.
Back aroundIn the full circle,
Over the back benches of heath,
I thought, I had a vision,
But, a ‘thank you’ to myself,
I am still an atheist.
It feels cold,
But, that’s not significant
When black holes explodes,
And twisted hands let me fall
Over the uniformed black,
All I can just fancy;
A dramatic realization.
The wild ideas
The seeds of tiny irregularities,
Falling over the flap of mattress
As if it’s all instructed,
I scarcely know how we got through the day,
Everything absurdly limited.
Don’t pretend to look at the picture
It’s a betrayal.