Is pleasure or relief even part of our live?. We live only in thought, not in time. Can't I be happy like every other?. Or shall I be released from fancy or have parole from these thoughts ??. Seldom we glimpse hope merely natural yet these natural sensation now a times looks so unpleasant, unwanted and so unnatural. These clumsy life time habit of chatting in skull only offer momentary distraction, yet today every things which eye meets seems unatural. Shall I take another step? Or rest now, because these long walks only offer weariness and resentment, no reality is in hands today, only dreams of walking away. Today too, days are dry and night's blank as sky. Tear are privilege of goodwill and not of those who just stare blankly at dull emptiness. Life's getting away from its essence. Time demands it's due, so don't wait too long. Today's tune is not of melancholy or sadness but only of pity and of surrender. Any hope is of zero value in living, if we stop believing.