Life is not fair. You walk around with your head up with some sort of feathers on your hat. We keep threads of rainbow in our pockets, waiting for the right moment to be at someone else in eyes of the beholder. But no matter how much we keep our heads up, at the end of the day, we bow down like nothing happened to your life throughout the years you’ve been keeping your head up. Heavy head you think? Naaahhh, there must be something else. No. Not just something else. It’s more than that. It’s something bigger than life. It’s something that we crave for. Yes, maybe to be someone else and go big in the world of the giants. Unfortunately, time is too fast to catch up with. And we end up a looser. That includes me. When will the rainbow in the pocket lead us to golden pot? I don’t know.
A Man Apart
Not a man would admit not being a man. In broad day light, fists would come up high on the sky how splendid he is for a man. No dark road
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