Saggy` Shelter`

Below are the lines carelessly scribbled in the last page of my notebook during the last college hours..

Nothing much like giving a thought..

I am a skeleton.

I have no soul.

I have lived my fortune.

I have lived after i died.

I have crossed a horizon.

The one unnoticed by you.

Gimme your soul now.

Turn yourself into ashes.

Burn your desires.

Come to me.

Cherish your traumas.

Endure your griefs.

Kill the gift of Lord..the panacea.

Come to the one whose ecstasy is death.

Come to me.

Sumtimes..

Sometimes i try being angry..

Sometimes i wish to freak myself out..

I want to yell on people around and even at ones not around..

I wish to abuse every silly-rotten-shit-person..

"Tujha maiyla, Saalo kutro "

I wish to show The Finger and bury bodies alive..

I want to shrill and complain and gibber and exhaust and grow wicked..

Shrug !

I unsurprisingly fail !