I regret the moment I started penning my thoughts because it makes me restless now when I don't make my pen dance.Now at this juncture I want to embrace silence but this very passion eats me from inside.
I don't want to scribble bulls*** but today again it brought me here to make a fool of myself.I hate myself for being so weak while boasting otherwise outside.I just pray this engulfing fire inside subsides or I will die before actual death knocks my door.