~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

Myth says that every soul has a destined soulmate,  Understanding and affectionate. We'd be made for each other, people say.. For winter, spring, summer and every monsoon day. With just so much of an affirmation we rise from our sleep, Hoping that fate will have its promises to keep. We talk, we love, we share, we forgive and care,  But to confront a doubtful heart, we don't dare. We give them the power to play with our feelings.. Thinking it's a way to show the depth of our love.  In the end, we only do get played,  And dare to dream about "What if they stayed?" We'd never know if the soulmate would ever come, Or had already left us with a sore heart.. But eventually from the day dreams we depart, staring into the endless present,  And wishing the day goodnight, we let our lonely selves rest in resent. -

  The scribblings take the front seat when I'm at the rockbottom subsurface times.. and rev up the engines..  And I spend the uncounted minutes drawing something that only my memory could perceive, feel and understand, and may be a stranger I never met would too.. That's when the mind becomes an octopus, like good old Oswald, smiling sweetly and strangling me with a million arms as i stare into those eyes...wouldn't let me fight back the tears.. and wouldn't just let me drown in the unspoken parodies, as if my socially acceptable version went paralysed...  #totheink