The road is never an easy one when one chases. You probably are the velocity gradient that I couldn’t understand. You seem better from far and turn toxic while making me vie for you; and yet, I wonder how glory tastes. The picture of you around the puddle of thoughts seems surreal but then I am dipping my phosphorous coated fingers in it. You think you are leading, but then I never was competing with you rather for you.

                And then you hail your storms thinking you own the world of touchstones, but your ignorance is as fatal as journey through a peddled bridge. You are unaware, but I never confute to play the little blacks and reds in the cards you thought you were playing well. The paradigms that you are living by are nothing but impediments in disguise and I smile at your failure to understand. While the world impends with smiles with in the failing idiocrasies, we are here in this rather amusing plain of life trying to nurture agonies. I am only being as human as I can be, yet you find it absurd when I try to pluck your petals. It is exhausting nudging your vibrations, imploring on each breath of yours to confront mine. The displacement of my arteries is a daunting truth and a prelude to the cons you are pulling off. I am not henchman playing with sickles and stones, carving out the truce between the different time zones, but your act of not acknowledging my subtle endeavours is making me one. Where am I going post apocalypse? Well you know the answer. It’s only the gist of my being and your being a part of it. Let’s not indulge in rolling the dice deciding out fates. We have grown over that, after all this has always been a part of the big the ‘plan’.