He broke the tip of his pencil just as the lead left its trace across his thumb from the force of the push..He looked at the stack of paper ahead of him and just pushed it away of his desk..
He got up and walked down the hall way towards a room..A room that was locked since a very long time..He stood there before it silently before he decided to turn the knob and walk in.. As soon as he got in the room he remembered how it was the last time he was in it..He then turned to this spot which was covered with an old blanket..
He slowly walked towards it and uncovered it…His grand fahter’s old typewriter..
He got it out , dusted it off with a nearby cloth and took it out..
He carried it to his study room where he sat in front of it and fed it a sheet of paper, took a deep breath and began to type..
“Ramblings of a mad raving man
I’ve come to cut open my mind
to sink within to clear the vines
that shrouded my entire being
for so long they’ve left me lingering here
beyond the sight of my trapped heart
I dreamed of a world I once realized
I dreamed of making a better place world
I thought of writing flows into words
Words that would bring smiles
And perhaps joy into some souls
I was wrong..I was just noise..
I was just noise that no one would see
I was just that shadow of an unknown man
unknown unheard shattered man
with pieces gathered from so many places
every shard is just a world..
A world to which I have no memory how it formed
I kept trying to find the path
To write the words
To drown the wrath
To fight the anger
To kill the hate..
For every time I won my battles
The world would only single me out
leaving me virtually unknown
Just lost with words ..
Just lost with pains..
With every drop of blood running through my veins..
I seek to find who I am..
And what world I live in ..
But.. Then the night falls behind me
Wiping every trace i left behind me
Bringing me to a brand new day
Full of crazes of a hot summer day..
This is me.. This is who I am ..
Ramblings of a mad raving man..”