Still not a writer... trying to write.

Am like the Titanic, Moving on, not leaving a trail of my soul over anybody. The   burdens , the   pain   inside   my   burning   heart   are   ironically   like the icebergs,  Cold, Dark & unseen!! My thoughts are like those poor souls trapped inside, Like A huge mess. My heartbeats are slowly & beautifully giving up, Like the sinking ship. My life, what a beautiful Mess!!!!!!       (Inspired by Polish Brother’s For Lover’s only)

“I have been quietly standing in the shade …Watch the sky breaking All of this rain               many a night I found myself with no friends standing near                                                        All of my days I cried aloud   I shook my hands What am I doing here                                                  All of these days”                                                                                    -Alexi Murdoch                                                 A stormy evening matching my ever increasing melancholic mood. Not exactly  how I hoped my night to begin with  but I guess now that its here, it doesn’t bother  me anymore , the darkness, the storm , the thunder. Ever gave it a thought that every living being has a dark side? & No! I am not refrencing to the metaphorical wild wild wolf here. I am talking about  the deep  human dark side that manages to scare off even the most dangerous animal on planet earth . Hmm! Something to ponder upon isn