True Depiction

Life of a man lacks breathing space sometimes. I take this as a part of being responsible adjusting to the expectation of this society. Act natural even though you can’t breathe in enough oxygen from the air. Let your aged heart absorb continuous explosions in silence. Put a smile if possible. Solitude then becomes your paradise to take refuge in, grow tough shield against casualties. Beauty in living a lone beast.


Sometimes it’s hard to decide who to turn your back on. Passions you have and goals set for you reside at extreme verges. You just can’t plant one foot in one and reach next with another. Well, if it’s always 2+2=4; it’s not life. Here we lose greater from selfishness than we do from sacrificing for others. Life’s balance sheet is a self-changing most complex maze; seems different from different perspectives. Almost impossible to figure out.


Lust. A necessary epidemic that kept this human race going. Something we have to deal with every day. Something we hate the most yet desire the most. Are we evil? May be. I think humans were created to exist as a ‘balanced evil’. It’s imperative to our survival. So we keep this beast of lust under lock and key. Unleash when it’s time. Until then it howls away. Now, if you are enjoying the view of the following illustration and judging me at the same time, you are one of us; the entire human civilization.