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Grey


I fail to understand you and me,

I fail to understand others around me,

I am consumed by my own self,

The pain,

The grief,

The worthlessness,

Its all grey now.

I feel light has dimmed from my life,

Towards which way should I walk?

To whom should I pour my heart?

Its all a disarranged mess,

Its like a dusty library,

who exists as a ghost in universities,

where students fail to go,

because they are buried in their mobile phones,

A ghost once living,

A ghost once touched,

and wanted.

A ghost that bares weight,

even the weight of silence.

If when a child was to be born,

and we could determine his life,

then we could have avoided a life,

that was totally useless to itself.

Being useful is what matters,

I think,

In my 26 years of life!

It has not crossed me a day from the time I started thinking clear,

of how useful we have to be,

to live a happy life,

to see the world in colours.

If not useful then money,

atleast we need to have enough money.

If we are capable enough,

then that means less dependancy.

And if are financially stable,

then that again means less dependancy,

we could pay others for the work they do,

we could even pay them for providing company.

I recently read in Instagram,

that there are people who get paid in hours,

for providing company and comfort.

It was flattering.

And it keeps me wonder,

why I could be from neither of the category,

If not money then capability.

It doesnt mean I am not capable,

It simply means that I dont have what the world needs.

Thats why I keep telling myself,

that I am not made for this world.

Truth is that we all fail to understand each other.

We are selfish,

egoistical,

immature,

loathesome,

lowly creatures,

who thrive on anything.

We are just an infestation.

We are nothing but a crowd,

A disturbingly tired crowd,

blinking in silence,

thinking about an unsure future.

Some of us are above the food chain,

They have killer profiles,

prospects,

And a much better apeal.

why bother to think about them,

Its like a caste system.

The needed and the needy,

The wanted and the unwanted.

But both pained by something or the other.

we are all created in the image of god, it is said.

And yet we seek to have individual images.

To standout.

Some of us stumble alot,

thats also quite attention seeking by the way.

We are the hunter and the hunted,

we are there existing in one world,

and yet we exists in two seperate worlds,

The world of unwanted and wanted.

Its all grey here.

And we have been accustomed to it.

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