Freudian Slip

অন্ধজনে দেহো আলো, মৃতজনে দেহো প্রাণ

[trickednshot]

Into-me-see

that's always been my "dikkat"...from unable to express or failing to be understood.

*ENTER thoughts and anxieties

No one really teaches you how to handle yourself, it's always about them. ik it's a paradox somewhere, but isn't it a confluence? You keep on blaming yourself, for what? Nothing. Humour, darkness and that phobia of going to therapy to lose your humour.

*ENTER a hiatus debatable afternoon and films

Did you doubt yourself or those abilities? You can't really answer anymore, and even if you do it's not a reply. It's a feral rebuttal pointed at the victim of harsh humanity and opinions that never mattered to anyone and went unheard.

*CONFUSION of anger and submission

Why didn't you call it a confusion dilemma? Because she confused me. SHE? sorry, she has pronouns, I'm not really aware. I just wanna bash that face, that ego and that intellect...What about it? I wanna cradle that in my subconscious. Cradle? Are you a creep?

* ENTER handshake with an one-sided introduction

[trickednshot]

Na koi waada, na koi yaqin, na koi umeed

Magar hume toh hamare intezaar karna tha

In all of these strands of existence, somewhere we all pick up a few hopes and expectations...even the ones who are well aware of how they shredded themselves in the past, unable to put those strips back. They say you don't exist unless someone calls and you respond. I'm not aware of the gravity, but my life is well-versed in the degree of hanging all alone. There's an emptiness, a peace, an untold yearning and innumerable unexpected tales to be told.

The search never led me anywhere, rather left me in the pool of questions, insecurities and maps leading to nowhere. Trying to be a better self doesn't help until I am aware of the entity I'm putting it in for, I guess?

"...when you find somebody that you love...it feels like hope."

when they'd spread their wings, when they'll figure it out, when they'll be fearless... they'll be alive, yet again