Inside Him.

The essence of being alive is nothing but mere iniquitous. Every day is about opportunities to commit sin and then seek penance. Knowingly or unknowingly, he always commits sins beyond reprieve. He often ignores the numerous people who are interrelated to the decisions that he takes. He becomes selfish and narrows down the window when it involves his well being or image.

On the contrary, when it is about others, he gets involved beyond a comeback. This leads to several emotional bonds that he shares with his ‘friends’. It always leads to the question, what is it that makes someone your friend? Interestingly it could be anything, ranging from simple companionship to complex materialistic pleasures. How does he classify his friends, more importantly does he have to do it?

Emotions run deep in his veins and he try’s real hard not to show it. Its part of the image that he carries which does not let him be sensitive and weak. He looks at those people who laugh their heart out when they are happy and soak the earth when struck by sorrow. He played the game way too far, that he now has an identity crisis. Every laugh is shadowed by a thought of pain which cuts the joy and inserts sorrow.

He fears solitude, which once seemed to be his home. His time is no better spent within him than with others. He loves the antics of speaking to oneself to hear the voices. The voices lay the track for his new journey. And every journey has seen an end, an end to a beautiful start. ‘Friends’ often seem to be the hot target for these ends. They come with arrogance and go humbly. They come with joy and go sad. They long for eternity and go finitely.

Time and again, the voice seemed to be the master. Hurt and pain seemed to be the key to this house. Every event that has caused a tear to drop seems to be the culprit. He has crossed the boundaries of humanity and emotions have gone an imbalance. The scales need to be reset and windows narrowed. The chapters read need to be rewritten and a new book published.