I was chanced to a punjabi tv channel: with a famous folk lore: "Ni mein kamali hain"-look if I am insane in my loveparallel analogue are too common but punjabiat is unique in its content and expression with the depth of thoughts , ofcourse running around mundane, nevertheless air all the way
may be I have much more to say but my time to sleep is goading me better kick off yourself from this bullshit pc, as it serves no useful purpose in any way
I do wonder if I have a purpose at all
Is that when you realise the depth of love , you happen to be useless around
or contrarily the existential heights have no place for such stupid thins around
or may be its too theoretical and real life is quite a lot different sometimes no relationship at all
but what happens when life itself ask too much of you
who the hell are you
and what for I with you or the likewise
the equation may not stop so short
verdict savoury may opine you to be simply insane or deranged at thoughts
but their more sharp critiques around
And what if you yourself become an enigma to you
source: shipra.v
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