Emptyful Yell

Feeling too edgy today। too eager to yell, too much in bad mood.

Life is slowly developing that bitter aftertaste; the taste that comes for a long brewed, well brewed and well aged drink. The pungent flavor of experiences is taking over my nerves, slowly and unsteadily.

The sourness of time is hitting my throat with guiltless pain, something to live with, till life lasts. The neck is acting too flimsy and delicate, as if it is refusing to take the balance of head any longer.

The eyes hazily look across everything around, and roll back behind the eyelids; half open, gazing out to nothing.

The covers of happiness seem to be peeling away, and the sadness tearing its way through the wrinkled, broken skin.

गम और खुशी में फर्क ना महसूस हो जहाँ,
मैं दिल को उस मुकाम पे लाता चला गया।

Right in the middle of the day, the sun seems to be setting, moving down to the sea, making way for the empty hours, before the night darkens it further.

The mind is silent, stuffed so much that nothing seems to move inside.

Stuffed and jam-packed, with no scope of movement, like a train compartment full of unknown co-travelers.

My own face looks somewhat comfortably unknown, comfortably distant, to my own self.

The eyes are unfamiliarly dull, and the smile – where did it go?