:( FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

Sometimes, yes your life sucks,

when you have so much to say, so much to cry out, but you dont have someone to talk to.

U have so many people in your life but not a single person who is there for u.
Someone u need.
someone to share everything about you, to whom you can tell without any worries, that how defeated, damaged, ruined, devastated, scattered u r from inside.

Times wen u need some1 who listens to u patiently,willingly.
Someone who just doesn't give those typical fake reactions of care & concern.

Someone on whose shoulders u can cry & cry for hours just like u have cried alone in nights.

Someone in front of whom u dont have to pretend being happy.

Some1 who understands u& your flaws.

Some1 who just looks into your eyes & tells u that its just okay to b like the way u r,everything's gonna b alright.


-Vibhor

THAT FEELING...

The sound of a calm,cool breeze in a busy, noisy chaotic city full of various sounds......,
sometimes has a feeling.


The same feeling that the moon has, at night, while it is among all those lovely twinkling stars.


or the feeling, which a oildrop spilled in a vast ocean has.


THE FEELING OF LONELINESS,THE LONELINESS A PERSON FEELS WHILE STANDING IN A CROWD,THE CROWD OF PEOPLE ALL AROUND, THE FAMILY, THE FRIENDS.

THE STRANGE LONELINESS, NONE CAN DESCRIBE.

SKY.. is a canvas..

Sky is a canvas..

Man! I love the way 'HE' paints..

The way 'HE' uses the playful careless winds as brushes on the ever-gorgeous clouds,

the way 'HE' glorifies it all with the heavenly touch of beautiful light
& the little cute bird dancing on that ray of the sun,

OH! simply turns it into an unexplainable divine experience

SCATTERED!

I dont wanna be a photographer,

I dont wanna be a painter,

or a writer,

a grafitti,

or any damn thing..

I click, I sketch, I write,
not to become something..,
but just to calm the voices in my head,
just to satiate something which is there inside me, hidden from the world.

An entanglement of thoughts unshared.

An unending puzzle in me which needs to get solved.

And somewhere,

somehow

all this clicking, this writing, sketching etc., just keeps me normal,
keeps me sane.
like the pieces of those unsolved puzzles in my head.

Im just some scattered shards of glass trying to gather myself.

-vibhor