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A Capsized Discomfort

And you suddenly feel disconnected with this world.
This vacuumed space suffocates you.
People striving unnecessarily to achieve something that is no less than a mirage sets you in a disarray. And the fact that even you become a part of this blind race ruffles you.
People who wish to stay connected with the world while losing touch with their own selves.
Who find faults in everything, but are reluctant on finding faults within themselves.
A world that gets arrested to the beauty that will fade someday, but bothers least about the purity of the soul.
Where emotional scars rake the heart but solutions are meted out with barely a whisper. And we call ourselves humans?
Where life has become a constant grind from sun up till sun down.
Where we fail to steal time to stand and stare this bountiful nature.
Where opinions are the cheapest commodity. Indeed, we are humans.
Where people are enamored at the idea of becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies.
People who barricade themselves from exploring their depths because of another person’s acceptance.
Who have morphed into people who behave selfishly, fearfully and hurtfully. “I’ll provide you with this, if you give me this.”
A place where you are invariably pressurized to stand in someone’s shoes that don’t fit you. Where you fight daily in pursuit of love. Indeed, we are humans.

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