How many decembers i have seen when i have this damn deja-vu of being at different places at the same time. Am i so abstract that i cant explain myself to the one i feel the need to define myself. Its this irony that you get what you need but not what you want.
At school,my green sweater used to be completly covered with dry grass after the lunch. Like buffaloes we used to lay just like that in the ground. Dont wannna do anything but to stay like that for some more time. Hate that bell when they cued that classes were resumed. Still feel the same way the only thing is that mom doesnt stroke by back to dust of those dry grasses that were stuck in my sweater.
At college, my black leather jacket which used to become my second skin in winters. It had saved me from bruises,scars and endowed me with an image i just wanted to be in. I remember how it used to give me sweat as soon as i would stop at a place in afternoon. And when on the move it offered me with chilled kicks.
Am i here only for the kicks or do i have a certain philosophy to negotiate. I know what ever happens now next december and thereafter i would have place where i would not have to define things as they will be anonymous and so will be me. Perfect strangers. Then i would call this as a phase that has bygone and then that would be the place where expression assumes my sole purpose.
I will get dissolved in the mixture to give it new flavour and texture. This selflessness will empower me to give back. So much has been done but why does it feels like that so much has to be done. Just as the way as if i enter the hall for a test and i realise i know nothing and then in the next moment i say- "What the heck, who wants this miserable thing anyways
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