I am Unwritten...

I am Unwritten, I belong to myself, no one can comprehend me for they have not walked even a single mile in my shoes. Who then is this nameless identity of 'society'? Society finds it so easy to trample upon even the little strands of hope that I am so desperately trying to hang on to...establishments of family are nothing but a farce...abstract designs of society.
Sigh! My ramblings are definately laced with a bitter taste...they are worse than chewing on already used lemon peels.
Loneliness is slowly enveloping me and now growing tighter like a second skin.

The Solitary Reaper

The solitary reaper

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;

0 listen! for the vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands; A

voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings? -

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago;

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending;

I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore

Long after it was heard no more.

- William Wordsworth

Simply Sunday

Another dreary Sunday rolls by. I couldn't take the monotony. Change is the antidote to stagnation. I got a new hair cut today. It makes me feel so different. I still cannot fathom how a simple routine as a haircut could make such a world of a difference to my grey perspective. I have no more to express. I am crossing the threshold of reality into a wild wild world.