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Every Game has a Reset Button…

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Sometimes we cannot see the light, which is coming from a distant source. All we can see its faded aura. We wonder about it, dream about it, think about it yet we feel reluctant to look after its source. We are lazy people by nature, I am a lazy person, who will do such tiresome work to look after the source, we are happy by only using the light. So are we selfish or lazy or both? We know it was there, we know we can find it. Are we become too busy doing nothing? Am I lost? Yes, I am lost. I became unstable like a hit atom.

Books make mind broad. We need broad minds, to accept things which otherwise could not be permitted. They say, “Nothing is true, everything is permitted” and they also say, “Truth can be adjusted”. Too much of a broad mind becomes isolated isn’t it? Sometimes we get isolated while we try badly to live with all. Can we not satisfy all? No, we can’t. So let us satisfy the one person we love. The question is whom we love the most. 90% would say that it is their LOVE, while 90% will act otherwise, which proves that people loves themselves most. Isn’t it the act of selfishness? Ya some people would say “Only a happy person can spread happiness” While some cant follow the lead of others. They just can’t get along with the ideas of being selfish. Ya some people can’t be selfish and they live in sadness and misery, because they cant satisfy all, so others become unhappy, they radiate unhappiness in return which makes this person unhappy and that’s too in an amplified way. Then this person becomes too unhappy and the cycle continues.

Now what will this broad-minded unselfish unhappy person will do?

Million dollar question but zero cent answer. Feeling my life and too feeling its thrones. Where I am going? Is it the right way? I am so fed up of walking on the empty streets, the wrong ones and the possible ones. Still I am going on an on, life is a show and show must go on. Isn’t it friends? Our holy books have said that no one does anything. No consequence is sudden. Every thing is defined. Luck is nothing but the incoherent way of guessing what has been written and the destiny is the goal.

I found no way around. Today is one of the happiest day in my best friend’s life. Ya now it should be in this way, best friend and friend only. I am feeling very happy about it. But am I crying inside? But why? Selfishness? Emptiness? Jealousy? Competition for a happier life? Am I doing this to the most important person of my life? The most prominent person who is still in my life.

But is that person ever had a bit of feelings for me? Who am I without her? I feel lost when I could not contact and that person also does that same. What is this? We do this but we don’t know this. What’s is the name of this? A mere friendship? I had lots of friends. I am having many now. Ya I do have another old friend of mine too. But no one seems to care that much for me. Is that the care to which I am so glued? Am I addicted? Am I hungry for love? Am I hungry for a little care? What if I get those from someone someday? Will I forget that person? Will that person forget me when their relationship gets more indulging, by time? Ya that person used to forgets me in busy times. Sometimes I feel like I have become one of the duties that person performs. A burden of past. A blank paper?

It hurts to see what my life have become. It is built, destroyed, rebuilt and destroyed again by the wind; still I love to fall for it. Lover of that wind, I cry for you o’ wind, I will live to see you fly. They say life is game, every game has a reset button, I wish I could have mine..

Phiriye Dewaar Gaan (Soup Boy'z facebook Mix)

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bhebechilam.....

- dedicated to all gilrs who take us, the soup boyz lightly.... :P

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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