NobodyHelps

A part of my life that stays very quiet has so much to say but only in private It ushers into loneliness with its spirit crushed longing for tranquillity like a flower untouched A part of my life that sometimes gets lost in the glariness of the pretence at zero cost It loses all cash and doesn't care about time, uncovers itself to the most vulnerable crime. A part of my life that is no longer a part now never wanted though it happened somehow It happened to be the worst nightmare that came true and gave me a life which I can only wish to undo. A part of my life that now has aims and ambitions to unfold the myths of some old customs and traditions It studies and digs into histories and pasts to know why humans are born alike in different castes. A part of my life that works too hard, toils for bread and boils the heart, It stays hungry and foolish all-day only to make my dad proud one day. A part of my life that desires to write in a space that stays eternal and bright. It enters th...

  It is a dark summer night, with 86% humidity and low wind speed and I can be sure  with static trees leaves around me that the weather is not so cool. I am sitting in my 2ft x 8ft balcony with a laptop and a black "magic coffee" mug half full with a coffee latte, writing my blog. Last night at this time I was sitting inside a train full of people within a typical Indian railway's chaotic sleeper class coach. Despite so much noise and madness, I was silently gazing steadily and intently outside the window. It was dark and I could only see lights faintly coming from distant villages at the edge of plain fields. I was so lost in my thoughts that those noises were involuntarily getting saved in my subconscious mind. Winds kept refreshing my facial dust while I was pondering on some random thoughts that were coming directly from a fictitious factory inside my cerebrum. I was travelling back from my hometown and along with my luggage, I was also carrying a huge load of respon...