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“I know you barely, yet the thought of you walking that aisle with a person that was not me, makes me envious” “You do understand the absurdity of that notion, do you not?” “It is this absurd notion that makes me desire you more” “Knowing well that I consciously decided to spend a lifetime with another man?” “You call those few years from your past a lifetime?” “Our differences split us apart, no reason for you to live as a rebound!” “Can you honestly consider me one?” “I meet you in a phase when I’m gathering myself from a prior relationship. Define it” “Why would any relationship need a definition? You understand me, I understand you; you nurture me, I nurture you; you delimitate me, I delimitate you; you sympathize me, I sympathize you; you fancy me, I fancy you; you complete me … yet it’s tomfoolery for me to complete you!” “What is any relationship without a definition? When you decide not to define, you live by the definitions enforced...

"I compose a utopian lie for myself and live it; as if my life depends upon it" "Happens to the best of us. Have you lost the distinction between reality and imagination during such an episode?" "Who is to say! I find it all gray" "So you cannot differentiate between black and white?" "Like I said, it's all gray. I know white and I know black, and I can separate them from one another. But all I perceive is gray" "And has it always been like that? Or do you recollect the presence of black and white in your life at an earlier stage?" "Ofcourse I do. Probably till the time I was mature enough to incept a fantasy" "How old were you when you first composed that fantasy?" "Old enough" "Able to quantitate?" "Able to comprehend relativity!" "During therapy it is recommended that you answer honestly instead of questioning back"...

Not in words can capture I The thoughts of an empty mind, Neither a sinner nor a saint defined; Reflections of smile, of calm, of cry I rhyme to thee, O thoughts enslaved By society, morality, religion, norms ... Not one to rescue in the storms Of shattered dreams, in Utopia saved Let me be born, survive, then die, Known shall I be as an amateur thought, Yet better I am than the philosophy you bought! For I am the truth, not a taught lie

“Why should I be a part of the system I dissent to? A change cannot be brought about in a tainted organization, not at least, by an individual who takes an oath under a wrongdoer” “You consider yourself a citizen of this country, nonetheless!” “Not only was I born in this land but raised here too. Sarcasm shall not be entertained so be urbane enough to offer grounds to your incertitude” “The words spoken appear incoherent to me. Correct me if I fail to understand the hierarchy, but is not a citizen a part of the system?” “Entrapping me in words here blue-stocking? I differ ideologically to the system I am born to. Not because I disagree with the constitution itself but the amendments in it. I am a rebel to the current government and the corruption that prevails under its governance” “Seeing how passionate you are for your land, what I fail to understand is, if not incorporating yourself in the system to bring a change, why would you also not be an insurrectionist?...