Has it ever happened to you that you hear a million voices together irrespective, of silence or noise around you? Have they ever all found roots from your neurons mocking the various emotions, thoughts, and people playing a penny for a thought inside your mind? The trivial elements of a room seem to remind you of something absolutely vague, and out of the box. It might have been inspiration, had a dull mood not graced it with its mocking smile. Even the absence of people seem to be only an omnipresent reminder in the subconscious Galaxy of your mind. Owning a mind of your own seems catastrophic, and the happy mind of an infant only makes you envious. The roads you walk on seem to zero out the one way you're concentrating on, with the honks and people morphing into a parallel world that play games with your mind. You attempt to mind read, and you have five different stories about a single face- and then you fall into the trap of hours of deduction that runs in pace to reality.
The three different tabs of networking sites/social sites opened on your computer screen seem to be three sides of the same story- You. Each an every photograph you're frozen in captures a mood that'll cause deja-vu at some point without you realizing the cause or the origin of the moment.
The group of friends you met today make you think twice about your wavelength and question your choice of intellect and character. All this is happening while you're sharing a bottle of coke together, laughing at the same time over the funny puns that you find almost too lame to exist when you think, later.
And every time you hold your pen and start with the first alphabet in the fanciest handwriting, you stop dead. For the mixed emotions and the rain bowed cacophony of voices inside you- each, has a story that's waiting and fighting to be told and pushing you over the edge to pick them. But your hands are left frozen and your mind paralyzed- trapped again in the ocean of opinions, with yours being only a drop in the whole sea.
-Nil.
The three different tabs of networking sites/social sites opened on your computer screen seem to be three sides of the same story- You. Each an every photograph you're frozen in captures a mood that'll cause deja-vu at some point without you realizing the cause or the origin of the moment.
The group of friends you met today make you think twice about your wavelength and question your choice of intellect and character. All this is happening while you're sharing a bottle of coke together, laughing at the same time over the funny puns that you find almost too lame to exist when you think, later.
And every time you hold your pen and start with the first alphabet in the fanciest handwriting, you stop dead. For the mixed emotions and the rain bowed cacophony of voices inside you- each, has a story that's waiting and fighting to be told and pushing you over the edge to pick them. But your hands are left frozen and your mind paralyzed- trapped again in the ocean of opinions, with yours being only a drop in the whole sea.
-Nil.
