The Buddhapriya

In this haunted night, I want to confess my realisation. The person hurts you the most, who you love the best. The hard tears are crawling from my right coners. My nose is getting a bath. Unwanted bath. An ooze made it all happen. I am wanting to care least and trying to get busy. I hope I shall succeed. I want to make the person cry for me. I want to cut the flesh of the person. I want to fry the person. I want the person to brush into salty sand. I think I'm bloated and something is stuck inside the lining of my throat. I'm lying crooked in my bed. Right side turned. My neck is paining. It is numb, the way I'm. The way my feelings are getting. The glass window is moving, I can hear the shriek sounds sometimes. But I waited, did the person ever notice? I want happiness, joy, laughter. Did the person notice? All the person can do is encircle the flaws of era and me. I want to slap. Myself. For thinking everything worthwhile. . . My drooping eyes is the remembrance to a shad...

These days husbands are like; they will love and marry the purest sort of a girl. A girl with the capability of ornamenting herself as the desired  wife-material. But then the husbands are embracing a wrecking twists in their lives. Not only in their lives but also effecting their familys'. Knowing this fact has ruined my several days. Seeing the demons walking down the near alleys give sheer spikes.

Waiting for my plate to be full, Full with greens, and beans, and tables with kins, Kins howling cheers and wings, Wings diving into the ketchup and crying "It's fire, it's fire" And what about the fire in the tummy of mine waiting for the plate to be full?

The most grinding state. When one needs to push, in order to bring out the creative version of themselves. 

Write a letter to me. . .

These days nobody reads no one. In this epoch of #NonReaders, writers cannot breathe. You already know how they cannot. I am pretty sure, either people will overlook the content. Or this post might not even appear to many walls those who do not read. It is good to know that one of the party consists of non-reader. Or else the level of cut throat market will stand up. Another section, reads. No doubt. The one thing to lament is on the vastness of the non-readers than readers. Personally I prefer reading hard copies. But also read online. At a time, purchasing a bulk costs a lot. Though, not influencing to increase screen time.  . . . I might now end abruptly. Peace. Just a random piece of shit utterance on paper.