It simmers to a point of no return to think of the ease with which one presses the EJECT button..
Being a recluse helps a little
But eventually it too wears out
The blots of double standards and shrewd partiality keep the wound open all the time..
All the bloody time !!!
Shame and dignity too got wiped without a trace in the inferno..
Sacrilege turned into a friend from a foe..
Now every face has lost the faith...
Fear and mistrust now reign supreme..
Words of the SELF now question the SELF leaving NO space for the OTHER..
The wanderer loses himself in the periphery of the PLAY and the EJECT button...
