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Just realized:

We human being talk too much but communicate very little, isn’t it? The world has become a noisy place and I don’t like too much noise. May be it is some mental disorder but the fact is I want isolation, perfect isolation.

I accept that once I was a sybarite but right now my past bugs me. I never imagined I will be able to scribble my feelings so openly in front of you folks, but you know it appease me while I do that. Like everybody, I too want something, I too have some wish and I too want to publish it…

I wish I could have an eraser I would have erased my evils out of my life…

I wish I have some pencils I would have drawn the pictures of those whom I miss most on this earth…

I wish I have some supernatural power,

I would have moved the time back to get the love shower.

I wish I could believe on GOD.

But really HE is nothing but a stupid SOD.

I am sorry for what I have thought.

But you know folks, the memory of one still prod.

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