What was the 'Plan'

So i keep on asking myself a lot of times "what was the plan", and sometimes i couldn't recall it. Sometimes when I see myself in a situation like 'this', totally weird or nothingness in head or may be inability to cope with the world, I have a question in here as an aftermath, "what was the plan"...i don't have any answer as yet. Why should I have an answer? To be able to reply when 'they' ask me? To race with the time? To recollect, what i've done so far? Too many questions, but answer is still i don't know, the best answer ever. I never had plans, i hate'em. Hate'em as much as i can, they ruin things, those who thirst for it are ruined. Wonder, what will be, if there aint a plan. Everything is unpredictable, afresh, anew, alive like a Dream.

Revenge of curse

I don’t speak
I watch you rot
You rot, from fresh bud to disgust
I see you in pain
I lust your weakness
I pretend yours to love
Inside i’m in greed
Greed of insatiability of you
I found once in me
Still a fish without water
dead long ago
You are Drained out
Your bruises are alive
With’em, i fill mine
fill’em with similarity
fill’em with your blood
You rot
I dig for you
for once I rot

without my earth
Please
Rest in peace!

*ende*

The Brute World

The world is a brutal place to live, Oh! yes, when we don't have eyes to see the un-brute-ness in the world, it should be. Sometimes I feel, our elders are not always right. I would be a parent in few years, circumstantially, and as a person I have known that all the boundaries of my mind aren't perfectly smooth. So, if i consider myself as a Grown-Up, I won't be a perfect one either. Then why? Why do our elders are always right, hereditarily. At least i don't suffer from, "Oh-I-cant-take-it-don't-try-to-teach-me-you-are-a-kid" talking mania. Experiences are not everything. I always think, my parents would have never experienced what i might have done, wholly. Everything has drastically been misunderstood, WHY? all because "you are a stubborn kid" mindset since my senior year of school. I cant mend it, its already been there since forever, they dont see anything beyond. Addicted to notify every pit and fall of our behaviour. Despite of all this, I'm still not able to believe that the world is Brute, it is still a wonderful place to live. For'em its brute and thats where we contradict and forever will.

before me dies'

I was goin' through my diary entries lately, i do it when i need to distract myself from uncanny thoughts or situations which are easily avoidable but my mind still hovers. So when i turned the second last page, i saw a secret wishlist, reminded me that i was cheery and alive once. I'm glad. The secret wishlist is a sweet memory, it also reminds me I had dreams. It reminds me I've got things-to-do. It reminds me to live once again. These dreams were seen to become reality someday. And before 'me' dies, i shall see myself in the eye and must smile.

Time, now watch me stop by!

I have feet to run
and friction to stun
Its all in here
corrosion-less 
in my mind

Hey time,

There is a path
You see,
Its a kind of long.
Before I reach the line,
I'm wandering
How would you compete
with a span so short
Sometimes, a little far
You lay behind my feet

You knew
Blinded my view
Since
You can not repeat
Yet you stood at the finish
Waiting for me
How sweet of you.
You hugged me with grace
I was ready for my grave
You dint follow
My Grave is still hollow

Yours
the winner