The lunatic
Hey pal…… you are a lunatic….!!!
He felt those words as shower of flowers in his ear. “Yes
I’m mad and I swollen it with pride too”. He said to himself.
Emaciated, pale and young, that is Him.
He keeps thick beard, moustache and long hair. And wears
worn out dresses, beyond doubt he looks akin to a mad man. One who is unable to
bawl in the intricacy of human mind, enjoys the fiesta of material joviality-
this is the reflection what we get from him. He is not a human being to erect
the fortress of heart’s sting. In spite of being a lunatic who never felt pang
about anything, he does love everything.
OMG……….!!!!!!!! What I am writing, is this my
lettering….????
Can’t control the
mind……..his body started sweating and it by now wrapped with perspiration.
Putting the pen down he walked towards the open window. He felt it like
the downfall of the society as the fetter which avert him from the sovereignty
of precision. Although he reached there near the window of hope devoid of
drowsiness. He realized that the warmth of moonlight which drizzle through the
branches of trees is rising high. “What really had happened to me”. No sooner
did he mumble to his core than he asked to himself why can’t you stop this
farce hereafter….???? “Yes I will, no I
have to”….
He withdrew his eyes from outside and looked at the bed, inside the room. Then
also, without knowing anything, she seems to have had deep in sleep.
He returned from that revelation and unfolded the diary.
Didn’t write diary before, this is the opening stab. Not just to mark the emotions rather to
contemplate visibly, that is the intend behind this sweat. As the one who was outdone
in the mêlée of life, he glanced at the bed. Without an emotive will he laid
near her and also took care of not obstructing her somnolence even by his sigh. His mind touched
that state of mirage. He couldn’t even
recall his past although he started trying.
“Out of the blue, got acquainted with that face during my academic
days. Whenever I think about how that
familiarization twisted like this, my
mind flutters devoid of rejoinder.
Even after the revelation that squiggling in the dais of
intertwined kinsmen and devastated
reverie, why I’m craving to kiss the
freedom….???
She too has been
backstabbed with the same eddy of ethos like me.
Despite knowing all those things how did it happen.”
He is loosing the power to sense…
“Who knows her pearl like manners and fragile emotions
better than me. She never accepts any relations which is not self-born. Me too
survive like that. I doubt that custom gifted
me the present. Is that sentiment which
I have on her is a lie…???? If so how can she bear it……??
Doesn’t it be a life which dyed-in-the-wool lie…..!!!
No, it couldn’t be allowed.”
He again tried to console his mind.
“But doesn’t it be late…..??? No, if u want you can end it
now.
Actually, which one was a lie; my wish or my deed.... I
need to sleep on it. Why I did the coronation of the choice before recognizing
her role in my days….???”
Sleep deprived, even struggling to close the eyes, once
again he got up from the bed of virtual humanity with uneasiness. He embraced
the memoir and restarted form where he plugged up.
The LUNATIC…..knows everything though behave ignorant……and he
is the one who accompany grief as bliss.
Yes I’m mad….. A Perfect LUNATIC………….!!!!!!!!
