Poetry, Free thought, Realization, Painting, Story & ...

Everybody is going somewhere, but reaching nowhere He went to see her, but returned from the bar. He left for his prayer, but was seen at the condiment store. The monk was seen going towards the forest, but years later he was seen with a family. She said she is going to the parlor, but returned with juicy meat balls. The child was caught stealing and was seen running from the cops, Met a nun, sought her blessings for redemption, she said there is hope for me too, When child she too was caught stealing and had to run from the cops and the town. Last saw this poor man taking a walk with his daughter, he must be fifty and she probably twenty, Five years later, saw the same man, but not with the same girl beside, Heard he got rich, married a girl his daughter’s age; he is now fifty-five and she looks probably twenty. I started with the thought of painting something that’s going in my mind, But I struggle to paint today, ended writing a poem instead. I asked...

Is it, isn’t it! He laughs, but I know he is not happy. She cries, but is happy deep within. She thanked me, but I know she didn’t mean it. He wished me; I know he didn’t mean it; my rise will spell his downfall. I had to say it is amazing; he wouldn’t like it otherwise. He writes well on humanity; but he is actually a bastard. His mastery over English and language paints himself with greatness, But he murdered his wife; never talks about it. He is blessed with an amazing argumentative skill, Sometimes he earns as a lawyer, and uses it to divide society and break families. He is a doctor, spends whole day with flesh, urine, blood, pus and bodily discharges, Only for the sake of money and pole dances on his stethoscope. She is a PhD, writes on positive psychology and human relationship, But her wikipage says she divorced thrice and caught driving in drunken state. He sells and can sell anything; needed or not; flaunts himself as an entrepreneur, Ma...