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Rendezvous With Myself on a Lonely Path....

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I was walking alone, taking my small steps and counting them, counting to see that on how much steps i stumble again, suddenly i saw him, someone familiar, someone lost, someone who needs help but cant ask for more, Someone who is living like a boy who doesn't / couldn't / wouldn't bring tiffin everyday to his class, he is solely dependent on what others are sharing with him everyday, after the maximum fulfillment of their satisfaction, they throw their pieces at him with lots of sympathy. he could have snatch, but he don't, too humanitarian, too humble to live on his own, isn't it? someday he gets some, someday more than he could have ever wanted off and someday nothing. his life flips always from 0 to 1 like a digital flip-flop circuit, the only problem is that his life stays, in random, at the infinite number of incomplete fractional numbers between 0 to 1. that's why maybe he is unstable, he is like a hit atom. he can only look at other's lunchbox with dream in his eyes that one day he will too get a lunchbox bigger than each and everyone of them, he has heart-full of hunger but stomach full of sympathy, vision full of dreams of a happy life but eyes full of acid. when he sees other's lunchbox full of hot lustrous meals, he gets jealous maybe but still under control of his mind, he is independent, independent of his demon, but the chains are cranking, the demon wants to out and destroy who try to harm him. his fantasies are obscure but still real enough. he lives to die ever day, he wants to die once to live forever. he fights with all but cant fight with his inner demon. the hungry demon, the lonely demon. he fights fights and fights so that he don't have to fight anymore. he is suffering from the perfect imperfection, hallucinated, depreciated life, anomaly, look at me you moron, i said. do u wanna go to hell ?? he answered, i am already in it. you cant shit me with anything, anymore.

who is he?
maybe he is me...
no
he IS me..
I AM HIM.....

bye

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