My brain is flourishing with all kind of negative thoughts. In all possible negative axes of all possible dimension.
My restless eyes searching for an obsolete, abandoned object inside me. My heart has become no more than a dump yard. It contains every thing that my brain dumps.
And on an narrow edge I stand with my identity missing and unknown.
Truly
Abinash
2 comments:
"....It contains every thing that my brain dumps....."
i don't know why but i feel very much aware of this situation......
but in maximum cases the vise versa happns....for me
if your heart contains what your brain dumps, then you are fortunate - for, wise are those who let their brain take over their heart, coz they dont need to burden the earthly woes of their heart. and identity...well, who else is not seeking them?
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