A piling up “fulfillment of expectations”, responsibilities growing. They have become mountains, high enough to restrict his inner eyes, from the vision of those dreams, for which he had lived so long. He had almost forgotten the aspirations, like many other things you forget, as they become out of sight. A life being lived for others, so much for others, that he forgot himself. This is not success, this is Read More ...
A lifeless creature, pretending to be full of life. We all are same. © Asitav
I slay time, with vodka and music, waiting, for time to slay me. © Asitav
With each day passing by, I feel your void. More everyday. © Asitav