Give me an approximate of Thirty. Slipping in the deep sea of corporate. Slowly losing self, I feel *****. Searching for a balance, it’s not moderate.
My soul wanders aimlessly, My mind searches timelessly. My heart hasn’t gotten around this.
My eyes are lost in Sea, Trying to look beyond the blue. Trying to look for a reality that isn’t so solemn.
As I write to you. I hope that the truth of my voice can still be found. I pray that my work will continue and that my hands and heart still itch to write.
My reality remains distorted. Gruntled and dismantled by new environments. I need an escape, I need the Earth to call to my soul. My chakras are dusty. My lungs are burning. My throat has gone dry.
Change becomes inevitable. As it is a process of finding who you are. But my body twists and turns and looks to this unravel and refuses. “Cleanse your system” “You are spiritual not corporate”
And so you called. You sang to me the wonders of the soul. You took me, and we travelled. My soul felt freedom. And now I write to you my truth.
My perception of truth lies in colour. Drastically moving and molding into more. Evolving into a greater theory than that of Darwin’s My truth distorts reality, it gravitates you away from society. And frees your mindset from sobriety. It awakens you to the cult situation of life. This reality. It’s so vague with optimism It’s so drizzled with pessimism. This reality? It is not one for us.
Listen to my will, draw out your soul and feed from me. Let my wisdom mold with yours. Let our visions be two for one.
Your energies burn with curiosity. Dive deep and stay below. Explore till your breath cannot. Open your eyes underwater, fear nothing and feel the burn of your intrigue.
Find your truth near mine. And discover reality further from it.
Swaggering daggers swaddling swatches Winning spinning machine-like linnens Having stabbing grabbing suits Never ever silver-tounged seluths On a journey? go to Deluth Stop at Denny's, sit in a booth Order a super bird, hot and delicious Into my belly, full and malicious Leave in a hurry, stand up then scurry Back to the car but don't go far Light up a spliff and head for the cliff Jump just in time, land on a dime Goodbye to my auto, is my new motto Can't get back home, at least till tomorrow
Sitting in a large room with a few people around - 2 friends, 20 acquaintance, One frenemy, and 50 sloggers with a frown. Every time I look at their filthy face I tend to rub down the pain the sarcasm They use to bring me down. I often fail to understand the purpose why these ******* are still running around For, I find this place to be ideal for dressing down. Everyone here looks stuck, behind the thick walls of the glorious fraternity with hidden brawls trying to solve unworthy affairs when all they can do is a conference call. They are highly judgemental and fail to express the agony behind their not-so-happy face. Broken and shattered, Cause they never really mattered. with their morality scaling down laughing while facing a nervous breakdown these losers are nothing but a big pile of something in the colour "Yellowish brown."
For those who are stuck in the rat race to prove themselves, let me tell you, this won't matter after a point of time.
My life seems to be looked at by those closest to me Like their corporation My assets are their assets. I have to "do as I am asked from. Eat and Plan Vacations as they want me to. I see people, who try and help by action, as a board of Higher Legislation I am living a job without a say in fear of no friendship, this employment Go through termination. I have had been outvoted many times to what I request. Freedom to socialize with others openly Requests of Transportation And Groceries Basic Feelings of Feeling Suffocated "They are unfounded and untrue. You will think and Live Your Days As we have instructed. Or be terminated. Lose our help..Have no family. See who else who would help you or even be near you?" A deeply hurting link to powers of acting like a "Company" Just to have help...There are hefty interest charges. In spirit and in Pocketbook. I try to communicate Even to those who, on the outside looking in, can and would help.. If the chose me as worthy To have a healthier and Free Existence If I could only fit the criteria Just once. For others to see why granting me open heart and choice in my life as I serve to be a loyal friend as I live out my days in this invisible cage... Just maybe my emotions, nutrition, career, and social progression would be worth more than how they view "this weakling on Minimum wage." It would help them and myself Out of loyalty. I always question escape. For where does one fly to without Superman's Cape?
That workaholic lady who's always on call & keep up with the market cells, That newly married lady with chunky "red bangles" talking to her husband with both earphones and blush on.
That man with a big fat stomach filled with his wife's love; That teen who is on the edge of being deaf because he can't do without the earphones.
That struggler who always stands at the back door; That dreamer who's lost looking outside the window; That person who's scared to get lost so stay active on the maps; That disturbed mind who is coping up listening to George Michael; That overworked soul who can crash anywhere.
That lady who choose to sit and freeze to death under a broken A/C unit, rather than stand with a five kilo backpack in a crowded jungle. That girl who eats like a thief by hiding her food in the bag; That tall enthusiastic freak who swings and does gymnastics in a moving bus.
That granny who spot more trends than teens and follows them; That old man who still can't keep up with the uneven roads and the confused climate of Bombay.
That teen who lives with/on an Ipod, instead of the 90s kids who survived on colouring books; Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in the still crowd by surpassing like electrons to the magnetic field.
That man who is inspired by Raju Rastogi from 3 Idiots, chanting to death and can't stop stressing on his responsibilities; That entrepreneur with a head held high and red lipstick, who never believes in a 9 to 5 corporate "mistake",
That blogger who can't think offline and is born to shine on the Gram, That man who switches from Linkedln to South Indian action movie when the masses exit.
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