IN MY HEAD

I am tired.
My eyes - droopy.
Like my limp mind.
I scribble a story.
In my head.
Sentences contrived.
Meanings lost.
Words - Cacophony - Dissonance.
All mere synonyms.
My feelings - yellow.
Jaundiced, I lisp.
Befuddled with phlegm.
Crippled to reason.
Battling shadows within.
A pleasure so vacuous.
A flight so faithless.
Subsist - I don't.
For numeral, I am not.
No word or story.
Just weary.
Very weary.
In my head.

P.S. -- As usual, just an outburst. Written for not even me to comprehend. Prospective employer (wherever you are), please ignore this post :) Thank you.

THE IMMISCIBLE ENTITIES

These days, all the time I wonder what makes life worth living. Is it the people around you – your friends and family... Your job... Your dreams... Or merely knowing what you want to do, how you want to be known and where you want to be. Of course, life never finds a solution for you. In fact, never even lets you find a solution. And then life – the big four letter word – becomes bigger than yourself. You begin to fight with it and try to clobber it into a small dark obscure corner of your heart. And when your own life can’t understand you, not one among those friends and family can either. That is when you begin to realise, it is not your life that is in the dark obscure corner of your heart. It is you.