Melancholia

Don't talk to me sweetly, I don't deserve it, don't give me to eat, because i am not hungry, let me not live a smooth life, for i am not fit to, don't call me your friend, since i know not what responsibility is. I am just waiting for that day when sunset will come, once. I will be free eternally, not from here. I know i will be the most honored then. Who has the time to listen to me, i shout, scream, roll, crawl, beg...nobody listens. Still giving me to eat, that too in time ? why ? i need to die. Die, yes die. Only death can understand me, for every other aspect has failed to recognize me. I am bad, no one had thought me to be. Now you understand, is it too late? Good you understood. I am practicing a sort of ritual these days...i call it the 'Mandatory Suicide'. The sweetest pleasure is pain, do you know that? I am isolated. Segregation is my name, separation is my game, though alienation is my pain. The world is outside and i am inside. But one thing is clear, there is no progression without any contraries. I am safe to be captivated, rescued from trouble anymore. Discipline is my way of living now. I don't take freedom for granted anymore. I knew that, to grow we require space, only that has been curtailed away from me. Thanks, for everything, especially for providing me that "space".I wish to live, live an eternal life, but not here, far far away. The world's misery come to us, when we lose the capacity to sit still in a single place. They say : "Curiosity Kills", it is completely true. Why opt for the world full of happiness, when you are to the brim inside. I love loneliness, because in solitude you are least alone. I am the one who meditates, for solace, self recognition and for comfort. I am happy here. I preferred death as i thought i deserved. Now i have to be contended with what i got, and where i am, since i cannot afford to change my circumstances. The clock dictates me, and will till my last breadth. Will you believe me if i say that death cannot take away my life? No, i don't think so. Am i correct ? Yes, i know i am correct. Imagine how will death take the life or the soul of a person, when the identity is dead...a long time back.

(This is from my realization as to how important 'freedom' can be, lets make the best use of it!)

NOT PERSONAL AT ALL*