Strange Strange man
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Today broken hearted man from kind hearted friend came across strange man; here is the story of strange man who found himself in planet called actually standard! Here is the true story at this moment of time.
Some years ago while standard man was speaking on high above stage in front of thousand strange people; standard man felt happy to known in strange world. In next moment of happiness standard man listened to the echo of his strong silent voice, strange voice. Standard man in strange thousand people got lost in whisper, and got strange to himself in thousand standard people. Strange man in search of remembering his standard identity walked through identified resonance mostly calls clapping.
But the strange man was walking straight to some place, the place he only remember now, standard people with identify identities was looking strangely at strange man walking. Only emotion he remembered was strange emotion deep with silent tears; tears and tears, one place and one emotion.
Years and years passed, strange man got strange man. Not agree with 99 answers of money but 100 answers of love, the strange man so now was stranger to standard people. So strange man was now strange strange man.
Back to broken hearted strange man story; now strange man with half broken heart one day stopped his car on strange known road with strange heart in strange standard people. Walking through he saw people in groovy cloths with happy smiles on their faces. ‘Oh, that’s —– same rich marriage like always’ the security guard standing their said to other one in his mannish strong hateful voice.
‘Hey, I know you’ the strange strange man called the guard watching marriage ceremony. ‘Yes, sir, what’s up’ the guard said in same mannish voice. ‘I am going somewhere for no reason’. The guard saw the strange person once again but this time strangely, because this person was never expected to even wander without any reason. ‘I am watching marriage’ the guard said that at least his standing have some reason.
‘But I am no reason’ the strange strange man said strangely. ‘Ok, come with me, I make some reason to you’ the smart guard took him into dark room with waving images all around. ‘This TV has many channels, find your identity yourself, meanwhile I do my job’ the guard said.
The strange man sat their with no reason and looking other two people tipping remote to find something inside cable. At one half naked image they stopped tipping and then again started to locate their identity maybe. But stange man was still sitting strangely. He was also tipping something on his mobile….
“The great sun which is giving its shape to cold rock…..in deep depth of river…..the great sun which is giving its smoothness to cold rock….that cold rock which tries to remember its identity….”
‘I drop one guy here’ the guard came cutting the attempt to back in permanence. The both two persons looked again to strange strange man. ‘Will you like some bottle’ the guard said but in reply the strange strange man waved his hand start wandering again for no reason.
Before he comes out to his parked car the strange strange man stepped into the dark place, with buried life. Mostly people call that place ‘library’. On the next room few people was playing cards, keeping the burry life in darkness, which also saves precious light.
The strange strange man walked back to his car, and this time he was counting the beats, the beats of pumping heart. But foolish strange strange man forgot the beats had been already counted, and two emotions come again…….
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i have a complaint
this is the only complaint
i have against my heart
what it can get
why does it crave for it
this is the only complaint…..
…. i fear life…
i am dying a little everyday…
….is what i feel
that is why i…
hate my life…
this is the only complaint…..
waywardness, inconsistency
something is bothering me
i feel restless every moment
what is bothering me
the path on which the smoldrring sun…
…. never sets
one such path of love..
…i have chosen
inconsistency….
where is it possible for someone….
….to be the same for everyone
my heart is a little evil
but there is a little goodness too in my heart
inconsistency….
waywardness, wandering..
a strange obsession grips my heart
every moment, i feel a strange restlessness
what ghost possesses my heart?
the sun rises for the world every morning….
it is that moment when it sets in my heart
waywardness, wandering..
a strange obsession grips my heart…..
TRUE IDENTITY! 