Stupid Things in Night – Chapter 4

It’s been a long time since I wrote about it. But here it is. I am feeling lonely once again. It is not like it came back. It was always here. It is just that, I have been feeling it more than ever.
What can I write about loneliness? I don’t have words. Much words about it. It is just there. And I feel it. I feel it every second that has passed by, and there is not much help. I have talked with people. Just one or two sentences but it stops there. The knowledge is always there. The reasons are there. But I just couldn’t talk.
I do not want to judge anyone for not talking to me. It just brings more and more hate into the world and life can do some great things without a little or lot less of hate. Hate is just a kind of feeling that is great at time, even though its effect is not great at all. It takes over the mind and just consumes it. I can’t count the times I have hated people and then asked the reason, there was not any. There is not a single reason to hate someone, but it is the thing that can be done sometime. So, we do it. And we are not me and some other person.
Going back to judging people, I do not do it anymore. I see a person and turn off my mind towards them. Good, bad, ridiculous, there is not any kind of thoughts. I have done the same for my friends. And I thought it has driven them away. And it is ok, I think. I have difficulty handling myself and I think it will be too much to ask them to do it for me.
Going back to loneliness, it is always there. Even when there are people everywhere. This thing where you can feel plenty of it in public and not understand why it is happening, this is fumbling for me.
Do you like this word? Fumble. I learnt it yesterday. I must have read it somewhere. Source has skipped my mind and I cannot recollect it. But it is here and I like this word. Fumble means a mistake or error. I like it.

Another thing I like is listening to people. Met an old friend for a brief time. It felt nice. He talked and I listened. I did not have much to say anyways. So, I sat and listened. He talked about his life. He is facing problems with a mutual friend of ours and a girl. The girl does not like our friend and our friend does not like her. And he is stuck between them. And it is confusing for him to deal with them. I am not a solved person and I cannot claim that I would deal with his problem any different than he is doing. For me, he is doing great. He can talk with people and clearly, has made new friends. However difficult they are is a different thing. But a new friend is a good thing. Old friends are nice too. But new friends are good too.
So he talked and I listened. There was not anything I could have done to help or any advice for him. He talked for a while and then went his way.
And, now I sit and think about what he said. It must be nice to have a new friend, and a friend who is a girl too. Having a female friend is nothing new for me. I used to have a few when I was in school. But it was a long time ago and I have, maybe, unlearnt this particular experience. As to how it feels to have a female friend. See here, loneliness, the crazy things you have done to me.
I would like to have a new friend, or maybe a new female friend. I have chances now that I am at this new job. But, this thing, I am talking about it, it feels like a cliché. I talk and write but there is nothing to be done. I do not do anything. I have become wiser in this regard, I feel. Because I know the value of a day and what could be done in a day, but the ways these past years have treated me and the same excuses I repeat every time I face such a dilemma, it is a joke without a punchline. And I am not laughing about it. It is suffering.
And loneliness, I have tried coping and curing it. Some days, I was successful. Some days, I was not. This day is confused at to what kind it wants to become. Maybe it is the kind of day where I crib about the problems I have. I do it once or twice a year. It is my yearly cliché.
But loneliness, it is always here. And it is always the same. Same with the same tnings it does to same. I have you and you will be always here. I know this. But maybe, please be a little different sometimes. It is boring. It is making me boring. Be interesting. Give me new things. A friend will do such things. And you are an old friend of mine. Anyways, I am going to sleep.

Take a day of mine,
Take days of mine,
Then take months,
Make it a year,
Make it two year,
Make it five year,
They have been the same for me.
Make next day different.
Please.

Forgetting

Forgetting you was very easy.

I sat down one day and drank.

I did the same the second day,

And the third and the fourth.

Time passed I do not know,

And maybe I forgot you.

But I drank much then.

And from the past few days,

I have been remembering you,

And this wine just doesn’t feel the same.

I am soaked in the memories of old days,

Yours, mine and maybe theirs too.

But I do not know how to find you again,

Because the last time we met it was crazy.

I shouted and hurled abuses at you.

I knew many big words then and used all of them.

Now I run dry, and clueless about these overwhelming feels.

Should I pray to anyone to help me now?

I remember now the meaning of your words.

I want to tell you but you are nowhere.

And it pains, a great deal.

I wish for it to tone down,

Wither and die maybe.

Because sleep has run away from the nights,

And i do nothing but remember you.

Tried the pills, yoga and meditation too.

Everything useless but the pills were tasty.

I realise the point of no return very well.

You belong there, and the helplessness kills me.

But I am awake tonight and I feel alive,

Free to do anything.

But there is nothing to be done.

So Goodbye, and you should have taken everything with yourself.

I know it is getting tiring and repetitive,

But i still search you in things.

You never knew anything about staying quiet.

And humming loudly you still echo here,

Go on and on and till the breathes continue.

I am coming,but don’t wait.

Stupid Things in Night (Chapter – 3)

I listen to songs. Romantic, sad, songs which have heartbreak and unfaithful lover in themes. Nothing works, for I feel nothing after listening to them. They just do not seem to affect me at all. Hardly a surprise, given I have never dabbled in matters of love and heartbreaks. All I know about it, is from movies and music videos. My friends in school told me things. But those seem more like juvenile fantasies now.

Two more days. Still no reply. I have given up hopes of receiving a message from her. I do not blame her. There is much more important things in life than replying to one’s hi message on Internet. I hope it comes true for me also.

It is a moonless night. I think about love, its scarcity in life. Nothing comes up in mind. Why do I even think about this subject? I have no answer.

It might have to do with my loneliness. But what is loneliness in its truest sense? I have people to talk to. I talk to them. Is loneliness something people face in the night when they are left to themselves? If yes, then I have been having too much of it. It is, the silence of night is apt for a deep sleep. But for the sleepless folks, it is the music of worries, regrets and issues pervading them.

It is unknown to me if I talk sense. Or what I think is right by other people. It is an unusual thing for a silent person to want someone dear to talk about things.

It is night, and I wonder if I am too woke to make sense.

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I do not remember any of my dreams. I also wonder if I have an inability to visualise a dream in the first place. I remember things which happened, sometimes people and places, memories but not dreams.

Are dreams infinite, in sense that they are beyond the limits of reality?

If yes, then I wonder if I can dream about someone to talk to and possibly heartbreaks too.

Sleep does not come. I want to have a dream, right now.

I am the popular lad. I am the obedient son. I excel in sports and studies. People love me. No one envies me. Girls are madly in love with me. Teachers view me as someone who would make them proud one day in future.

I do not fear anyone or anything. My pictures on Instagram and Facebook receive thousand of likes and shares. People praise me in comments. Whatever written in my captions and wall is regarded as absolute philosophy of the highest order.

I have a girlfriend. She loves me and I love her. I go on long drives with her. She tells me about her deepest desires and secrets she never revealed to anyone.

Success is the only thing which happens whenever I try a new thing. Be it music, musical instruments, writing or even filmmaking. I am brilliant at whatever I do and people and my parents love me for it.

I am a good person. I never did harm anyone. I donate blood and I am an organ donor. I do social work and I teach kids in my free time. Kids love me and they call me ‘Bade Bhaiya.’

I am on good terms with my friends, be old or new ones. Relatives are fond of me. They pray for my wellbeing.

Life is good. And I am the human equivalent of the philosopher’s stone. Everything I touch becomes good.

I have managed to make Earth a better place by bringing real peace. People treat each other with respect now. I have treated AIDS and Cancer and global warming and hate.

The weather is good now. Pollution is non-existent along with nuclear weapons. The world does not have any problem, for it is basically a big family now. Vasudheva Kutumbakam.

A dream like this, is far-fetched even for the most imaginative person. I seek sleep, a place away from this nonsense.

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A Lone Feel

Loneliness can do so many things to a man.

I do not know them otherwise I’d write them down.

But I do know the feel when there was no one around.

No one to talk with or ask for help.

No one and nothing to feel this void with.

No one to share things with, like this new song I found today.

And today when I sought someone from crowd to call my name like it mattered to him or her.

Absolutely no one when there was so much of free time and the absurdity of its,

Vastness, kicked me to the solid ground.

And it was only when I hit the ground I came to know it was solid.

There have been times I wanted to ask for help.

But something stops ticking, stops my voice as I speak.

Keep your baggage to yourself and carry it.

Alone.

Everyone is. And they do not ask you for any help.

I’ve thought if I stop speaking,

Then, maybe only then,

I will learn how to go through life and things and not let any feel dwindle myself.

I pray and I hope for its meaning to add to life.

I am boring and I am Bored.

This is loneliness
This time is boring
You are boring
You gawk at things, ceiling and this fan over head spins spins and it spins
Time does not pass
Seconds, minutes but an hour is a long way from home
You turn yourself to things which you thought were useless
Talking to people is tricky though
They are ignorant because they want to be
And you shout, a lone man in the ground
Someone should come and take me away
This place is lifeless
I poke this glass screen continuously
You shall not find anything
Stay this way, You will.