And it rained…

it finally rained…cooling off things around….rain has the tendency to transport one into an another dimension of emotions that one didn’t know they had in them…rain always makes me sad…urging me to let go off my feelings so that i may feel lighter…however this time around rain mostly touched upon my rebellion child wanting to jump in the puddles of excitement…but alas! it  usually rains at night which leaves me doing nothing but extending my arms out the balcony trying to catch the maximum raindrops at around 2 or 3 in the morning …but its all good as long as i am able to cherish the pleasures of it …forgetting all my troubles and feeling as light as feather in the heavy rain.

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P.S. prayer to Allah: Send some more good rain showers pretty please

Blur…

i Stand here thinking, thinking about myself, the positiveness i once exuded, reserverance from the world i still have, i peek out of the corner of my eye. Time seems to have come to a stand still for me for people moving around are in a blur, each and everyone of them, who has the time to look into lives or stop by. and there i am sitting, sitting still there at the station with my gaze fixed at the optical illusion, as people walk over its marble covering. I look inside my self and see no one, i see no one except when my eyes get adjusted to the dark a helpless person in a corner, sobbing away and as i go near i get attacked, slashed, cut, my hair torn, i manage to get away somehow to see what just happened. Despite him being on chains, i pity the poor thing for with this sort of freedom all he had to do was wait to live wait to die wait for an absolution which would never come, and that is what i am doing sitting here waiting….waiting. People say i have mood swings like anything, i am very reserved, People say!…*sigh* these people who move around in a blur around me, Decent people! these decent people make or break a person for they both co-exist in the society. They always anger me, these decent people who know nothing about anyone would not stop to look at life but to taunt others’ who knows probably their own isn’t that good and no matter what you do how loud is the music you plug in your ears or jus simply try to ignore them you can’t…As i sit here day in day out, my clothes start to detoriate, the flesh on my bones starts to thin out and as i dont move at all i end up i end up being a rotten frame of skin and bones with tattered clothes hung onto it, as my vision starts to fade and my skin peeling off my bones like that of bananaskin from banana, i just detoriate leaving away a stench filling rotten pile of skin, bones, hair, hardly any flesh and a pair of eyeballs still in the eyesockets with their afixed gaze waiting…waiting for something to happen as i stand up and try to become a blur with the sensible world commenting on the rotten pile  ‘what’s that stench! eww!’ and move on…….