years went by....whereas the label of maturity reach the saturation point.numbness lost its own pace,while the kaliedoscopic color of my mind is still the same.want to paint an abstract , i wish i would have turpentine oil to polish my maturity.every damn noises has their own corner, nothing matters. i know life would be like this forever.its good to be caged inside this villa.my world has restriction.restriction to wear,to eat,to sleep.....its good to stand in between restrictions. sometimes alone near the woods, i feel like to sleep for a while, but the damn noises never allow me to do so.when the time will come and i will rejoice my life, that might be the last day of my life.no more patience to carry the sorrowful pain.

living a life is much more imortant than anything else.nthng much to opt rather than cmpromises.lift s sucking nd irritating.many more unexpected consequences will come.searching for the joyful milestone.i know i will never reach.how difficult it is to manage the mental frequency of different varieties of vegetables.i know not how will i manage but i knw it will leave a scar n my heart.i m afraid ......

as u are not growing,loads of tension engaged my mind.i cant think of doing anything else.

never thought he will hit me,but he did.....is there anything left to be.....yes its a strong hit.will remember till the end.nothing left to be emotional.living a life is a challenge.