Doodles of the Insane

Do you know how it feels? To be left marooned alone.. To be rejected by the one.. Do you know how it feels? To be darkened by the shadows.. To be brightened by the dark.. Do you know how it feels? To be not in the list.. To be in the rest.. Finally I understand the feelings of the rest , & also of those obsessed with the best . Let the Wind decide to where, should it blow.. Let the Stream decide through which way, should it flow.. Let the Gravity decide to which side, should I fall.. Let the Subconscious rule over me, in the battles of the best & the rest.. Let Wisdom & Cognition prevail over intelligence.. Note: Understood best when read with the previous post(its quite small;))

The glass door swung back to its permanent position, as he rushed in the showroom of exquisite clothings. He marched towards the shirts section and asked for some of the best pieces available in the shop. The shopkeeper displayed the best clothes ranging well above the norm, with obviously a delighted face. He picked up two fine shirts from the heap of the best exposed and moved in search of trousers. He chose the matching ones for the preselected shirts and made sure they are of the best quality too. He ordered them to be packed in their respective glamorous boxes and asked for the bill. Some indistinct voices echoing inside his head deafened his ear to the shopkeeper's words. Ignoring them, he payed the bill and walked past the swinging glass door and came into contact with the warm air of non-air conditioned earth. The voices grew louder inside him this time. THE VOICES: " Why do we seek the best ?...Is it just bcoz, you can afford them?....or Is it just bcoz, you wanna exh...

Why did I come back, when I had already waved goodbye? This is not the first time, its happening with me. I had fought with people,verbally and mentally(with silence),who mean so much to me in my life, only to find them knock my doors again the next day. I have had no other option but to stand with my arms wide open to welcome them back and forget everything that had spilt on the ground. Bcoz letting them out is just like ripping ur vertebrae out and feeding them to the dogs. For they hold inside them is a part of you, your secrets, your thoughts. And losing them is just weakening yourself. And I come back here to the blogville not for any of the above reason, simply bcoz I had run out of souls to share my soul. I know its just a temporary phase and everyone will have to face the temporary shift. I had myself been involved in consoling people here whenever they feel low and it was just my turn to be in the receiving end. We human beings need something more important than air. Its CARE...

A bullet shatters through the cranium.. A sword swings through the vertebrae.. The head departs from the rest.. Brings down the mitosis to an end.. A rolling stone gains momentum.. A rolling head loses its life. Thoughts acted upon by impulses.. Impulses denied by fear.. Fear of failure eludes success.. Fear of death engulfs life.. Fear of life aggravates the desire.. The eternal desire to die.. The will to live dies.. The will to die lives..

I wish to talk my mind to the one.. But I have got none. I wish to blog my mind.. But I haven't got time. I wish to die now.. But I have got burdens. Now I wish to live.. But I sob over my inability. I feel fragile and futile. I am awaiting an ANGEL.. To guide me in the light too.. To hear my inner insane talks.. To perceive the mazes of my mind.. I am awaiting an ANGEL.. But did I avert any already??