Reality Of Dream!

One of those days...fragmented...dissected...probably even brutal..! I guess, it does not matter any more. Its more like a flawless motion...something keeps walking. Yet it stands there...ever so diligently...

A labyrinth of weedy quagmire. He was lying over there...he was not comfortable with morning sun rays...but he managed to wake up...blurred eyes...
A look at him and he seemed half blind...oblivious to the fact that rays are getting stronger...he has to run away from his place...hide in some corner...

But no...Bastard had a tendency to face it...he did not want to run away like every other day...
Somewhere in his heart...he murmured...
Emerging rays,
Use me as you will,
Pull my strings,
Just for a thrill
And I know I will try to be okay
Though my skies are turning grey...

The place where he was sitting...On the notorious Bank side. He saw few drops of maligned water...black colour...could not see his reflection...but he could see reflection of light.

"O! I so like the blue glow...and how beautifully it’s reflecting onto the water!"
“Or Am I having nightmares, which won’t let me sleep...who don’t let me remain awake as well...?
It’s still dark? Or am I just unable to see through those rays..?”

He still had country liquor by his side...and all his pockets were turned empty...

He had to get up...trying hard to find the way out amongst maze of concrete buildings, beetle juice strewn roads...
"Oh watch out, you fool! Can’t you see few broken pieces of beer? Last night, that rich kid picked a decent looking girl...he already had two girls in his car...one sitting in the back seat...and other near the driver's seat...though, I couldn’t see her face..It was not visible. It was somewhere near the driver seat...wondering..!

Seemed as if she had succumbed easily to the force of gravity...most of the times, most women look for a knight in shining armour, perhaps she was looking for a werewolf and had actually found him!"
Never mind!

He moved further...felt hungry...tried to find some cash in his pockets...
He shouted..."damn me! What has happened to my memory?”
Scenes of last night again flashed in his mind. It was midnight! He was passing through that beat house! Heard some muted cries! Could not resist peeking inside...that constable was all inside that kid...kid was sobbing...he must be 15-16 years old..In that dim light, a flow of red line was distinctly visible. He sighed...none of his business!”
Constable saw him...gave an angry glance and asked, you want to be the next? Come on, empty your pockets...or I will lock you here for suspicious activities..!

He did not see any point in arguing...he gave whatever few pennies he had...!
While he was leaving...he felt as if boy was looking at him hopefully..!

He felt a bump in his throat...as if the candles blew then disappeared,
Unseen curtains flew and then again appeared, saying...ruthlessly...move on...don't be afraid,
Come on, boy..! Just move on!
Sometimes having a Sadist attitude Keeps your soul away from suffering...helps in salting one's insanity and just immortalizes conceited vanity...and that can be called a good bargain...in any case, losing one's conscience does not hurts much...

He was moving aimlessly...wandering through buildings and people...like a sex addict goes through condoms...his stomach started aching...but doesn’t matter...he is used to it...
His reputation always preceded him...call him a night stalker or a grim reaper...he always had a choked breathing...he always appearing like dropping dead...probably that’s how he was conceived and nurtured…

For the day, again two rejection. They say, they don’t have a vacancy...they also said,” he does not look like a working wannabe...he is just not fit for blue collar jobs...”

Out of all those things, Success is one of those things that take you by surprise! He felt as if even he had a right to be surprised, once in a while...people kept saying him, you have no wings...but does that mean anything?..Yes, they are right...but it still does not mean anything!

Sun started settling up in his abode...with disappearing sun, he started feeling like the king of cold with fire within...cold stays steady...the fire moves...that’s nature of their circuitry.

And a day just passed...the sun seems to have fun doing same stuff again and again for billion of years...when the sun will realize, that whenever it wakes up, it molests him...whenever it molests him, He wonders...
Should he bite his tongue? Or should he fall apart?
Or should he just wait until blood soaks his shirt?
It has ceased to hurt! This molestation is as painless as a wet noodle..! Or has he turned cheese?
Whatever...his mind keeps meandering towards unknown landscapes...

Sun was about to set...The last flicker of daylight calls upon him, but yet into the darkness he walks...
He felt miserable...and his misery was caused by few of those people...for whom his misery was their adventure...yes, it’s always a bargain...
He pretended to sleep again...never to wake up again...

He died...or he just faded...after all he was just a "dream"...one among many...a dream...like a rusty spoon forged from forks and nails of the ancient era...!

Life just keeps moving...dreams simply keep dying...!

When the darkness comes, one must go...
What to lament?
Seemingly nothing to lament!
Dawn and dusk will return tomorrow...
No matter what...
But I have not seen dreams returning upon death...

Tomorrow it will be turn of another dream...!
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Don’t bother
And don’t mourn d death
It’s just another
Gratis corpse
Of illegitimate
Child of My Dreams...

My duty is to bring random lines into life!!!!!!!!: