I am not living my life. I don't know how to live a life. I am getting slow. My mind doesn't give me rest, ever… It always finds something to be sad or to feel bad.
I never win the battle against brain; such a bloody brain keeps telling me and giving me signals that I am about to fall, to lose, and to fade away…
I, now, can distinguish mind from the brain. These two are like devils; one is of solid and the other is of fluid, whereas one is an obstacle, the other is a free bird. If one wants to fly, then the other prepares a stove to fry.
I am getting exhausted in the battle and race of the two opposite things. They are killing me! They are snatching 'I' from 'myself'.
The poet is a student of English Literature at East West University
