Moidered Flashes

What do you do when

You don’t know how to react?

When you don’t know how to respond then,

What will you say without knowing tact?

What are you supposed to do

When you are caught between your maturity

And intentions, which can’t be fixed by any glue?

When you can’t see the traces of line between stupidity and sanity.

You ever felt the swathes of emptiness?

Where you are supposed to feel angry

But you go gay and reckless;

The self questioning making you inner demons hungry.

Won’t you stay alive somehow?

Be it in oblivion, madness or silence

No difference is made anyhow

In choosing words, solitude, work or violence

It pains me a lot to know

That I can’t type silence.

Doesn’t matter if its high or low

Enough is the mere existence.