I'm lost in a world that rattles my brain
I'm cleaning up my life from the mess you made
Oh o, Whoa oh-oh o
My soul's in debt but my bills are paid
I'd give anything just to make an escape
Oh-oh o, Whoa oh-oh o
I sang to myself walking down the road, people rushing part, the busy hectic lives, chattering, gulping street food down their throats. Just another day of the city life.
Life's do complicated isn't it? Maybe the creator is not the one to be blamed, it's is the humans who have lead it to its present. No no! Don't get offended, I don't hate humans! I'm just not particularly excited about everyone's existence. Neither do I completely hate our life style. No, I don't hate city life, I admit I can't live a more than a night in a village.
Sorry. Got deviated. So... Where was I? Ahh! Just another day right? Human life philosophy right? Coming back to it. There are phases. No chapters in our book of life. Some are boring, some emotional hurricane, some I don't give a fuck, some happy, some sobs, some this and some that. We all have it right? Don't tell me I'm the only one who feels like a zealous tigresses in the evening and then a and philosophical loner by night or something.
Sometimes you feel like honing it all up, giving up, tired, tired of running aimlessly, getting nothing out of your efforts, hurt, injured, backstabbed and front stabbed too. Life's a mess and emotions summing up. Then there are days of stars shinning loud out in the sky, cheers and laughters, dance in Glee and joy, running out in the wild, ceasing the world feeling, on the top of the world. Hair let free and hands let up, flying across.
All these keep visiting, sometimes be a long guest, sometimes a hey hello only, but what stays are the memory, the feelings and your imagination.
The outer world may not be so perfect and desirable, as the inner utopian one is. No it's not a bed full of roses type, it'd be boring if so. That one person I talk everyday to, all in my head. Share all those laughters and those tears, all in there. From cuddling to hugging to fighting to every little thing possible in the world. That person is none other than Virat Kohli.
I've never met him, but I wish to, I hope to, someday hug my hero,I smile thinking about. Wherever I see that god's gift in front of my eyes, whether in my imagination or my dreams or the TV and mobile screen, I feel like he's always by my side, there to hold me back. I know it's all a Utopia and he doesn't even know I exist but, but with him in there, I love to play foolish.
Cause when there's no one, I atleast have someone to fall back on and be my complete self. One of the few people I can be my true inner self, careless and fearless of being judged.
Yes, Virat is a real human being, but all this is so surreal, but deep down my stupid heart believes it to be true, and somewhere in between my brain allows some foolishness, cause that's what makes me smile at the times I want to cry.
This earth is a wild crazy place.
With whole loads of crazy hearts.
A place with love in it.
Where I can be in love with Virat.
A/N: Hello! No I don't hate my life. It's just that I felt like writing something real, real.
To all those who think I'm self obsessed and think that the world revolves around me- well yes i love myself, wait if I don't, who else will? Second, Oh I'll try my best to make the second point true. I'd love if that happened.
Btw thanks for +10k reads.
Trust me I'm not going to beg for votes this time. It's all upon you, not that they affect me anymore.
~Sany
