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Delineating the sketch of my life I used the squiggles of materialistic achievements to decorate my unworthy self.

Unaware of the surrounding clusters of sodality, I searched for delight in modernity.

With wet sand I tried to build my future and on a sorcher I fell apart, with no water to bind me I lay alone in the tinest part.

I feel guarded in my armour of retrospection where the loneliness wudn't endeavour to obtrude the fortress of my felicity.

I yearn for those times when I was proud of my innocence and when moral corruptibiliy daren't step near.

I crave for the moments when I lived in them and never looked past the present to fulfill these incessant dreams.

I envy myself of the past for I would have never departed this far.

Inebriated with my childhood infatuations I want those who are not beside me, hear
those diminishing euphonies which are long lost in the fortissimo of the modernity.

I long for the day when I'll return home and embrace the air where I was born.

Yes I'm detestable, I'm incorrigible, I'm agonizing ..I miss my self ..and I miss home.


-Tapish