Bas yahan parchaiyaan mile!

Shadows everwhere ... nd m again a lost soul... looks like an abyss forever.... the darkness with slight abeyances and converging to contemplations has been a daily tryst... the kindling life dangles in the otherwise shadows craving for that crevice in deep dungeons which bears the title of helm... certainly of new dawn... human bonds crawling sideways of those dilapidated walls and usual callings and hearings with the self brimming alongside... and wateva u do the shadows grew dark just making the labryinth a gruesome figure ... a typical which instills fear, panic and hostility.... soul announces his war deep down the earth and strive to confide in himself fighting the darkness of shadows... detours to graveyard of ethical fauna has shaken the soul and it stares on those walls wondering on his claustrophobic attacks and blackness surrounding him... the situation worsens when staring gives way to the occassional breachings and sardonic encroachment on his mental and emotional enclosure.. everything seems to be fucking phony and earthly occupants mere shadows driven by the lust, with inertia marring the soul... And the soul feels a vigilante smwhere deep those dungeons... those two black eyes endangering the mere existence of soul... and soul fears suffocationand loss of might...

"Rishtey to nahin rishto ki parchaiyaan mile,
Ye kaisi bheed hai bas jahan tanhaiyan mile"

God bless the soul!