I never had a normal family. Its, I perceive might be a curse from birth. Since I stepped in Hyderabad, I got the 1st call from my dad today(it was 15 days thence), just to get informed of something he had decided of my sister's fate. A surprising glare rippled when I heard my dad's voice. After all the formal talks, which was just a part of some pre-decided drama, he disclosed the real intent of having made a call after so long. Never even felt the need to hear my thoughts on the same. Its not how hard you beat bt how hard you can get beaten that decides your fate in a bout. This was my bout of life. Frantic moans keep snoring as I clip through the instances of the phone call.
People frame their image via instances that they role in their mortal span. You don't even have the throb to dig out the facts during such conversations. On either side, the real picture of portrayal is perceived to the deepest extent, the smell of personal corruption very well chokes the 2nd sense. Its then that people fell the fact to embrace the fact of Bhagwad Geeta.....nor expect, nor sense anyting to be yours. You came naked, will go naked. Fate is a brutal vice which no exclusive force can alter.
In the vicinity of such instances, I feel myself to be a civilized beast. I am a disturbed corpse of disastrous intentions, sometimes I sense myself as the Wolverine with the claws of vengeance lying underneath. I find the lines 'The more swayed I am, the more silent I seem' of Basic Instincts -- a perfect definition to my silent composure.
For years, have been feeling the need of some pious noble heart with feminine tenderness and settled intelligence to nurse the wounds of my wild valor. Feels like some shot vagabond in the deserted wilderness who is wicked enough to mock the world through his survival. Will live till the end, wont drop a tear - although the entire blood of this mortal self gets drained away.
I swear on my monstrous being.
BINGO!!
