SHOo(E) - IN

It is cold.

and things knock as i still behold.

Aw ! The world is never cared for. 

And heart travels on parallel tracks.

People are left far behind..

they -the satisfaction of a kind.

Today i cannot bet that i do not regret.

Running barefoot on the desert's sand, all day long..

i ask where exactly do i belong ?

Perhaps i at places lack,

people at front and people at back.

Yet no one besides..

away from my hive everyone slides.

Sumtimes..

Sometimes i try being angry..

Sometimes i wish to freak myself out..

I want to yell on people around and even at ones not around..

I wish to abuse every silly-rotten-shit-person..

"Tujha maiyla, Saalo kutro "

I wish to show The Finger and bury bodies alive..

I want to shrill and complain and gibber and exhaust and grow wicked..

Shrug !

I unsurprisingly fail !

Why do people make Confessions..?

Why..?

is it just a way of lightening up burdens on their heartz..or is it for making up for their own sins on earth..n perhaps find a place in heaven..

today it was like-"batane ka mann kiya"..

Aaaan..
now what about this..

this option is not on my list..

sometimes it is that you like people....like somebody that you cannot resist speaking...

Ankita says-
" dekh Lehari..when one realizes what was done is wrong n something that should not have been committed, people confess in front of the most trusted ones..
like i did to you.."

even I've made a confession..not about anything i did wrong but about something i felt very strongly for and felt that the feeling(Aah ! nothing bout Love..gimme a break..) was wrong.

Huh !
This one is one of its kind..
Out of the pit..
Damn..!
I'm bad at confessing.

the one whom i confronted was substantially lucky, the one whose ears got it first and got it last.

why do people make confessions(to me)..?