Incompleteness….

Here I am again. The same miserable me, Handling the miseries which haunt me.

There are regular blows of fate that remind me of my living. Something is always missing, always. I've never laid back on my couch with a smile on my face and a sweet realization that everything is fine.

My chains of miseries keep dragging me like a dog. I look for completeness, at least for sometime. Just to feel that how it feels like to actually "Live" a life. Vague memories in my mind tell me that it's a good feeling. A sweet sweet childhood still shines as I look back while walking the walks of life.

The future looks mysterious not what I had expected. It never is what I want it to be. Maybe, that's how it justifies its role as my future. I have a feeling this incompleteness will stay, like a disease. I will walk with this disease, towards my grave.

I don't mind walking towards my grave,

I just want to do it with a happy face….

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PS- This rant rhymes. #JustNoticed