lazy guilty days.
lonely guiltier nights.
need to face,need to evade.
chaos within me,created by me.
hope ebbing, and ebbing.
can't start/create from pieces-it wouldn't be perfect.
utter futility of all.
loosing integrity(or perhaps never had)
procrastination's ever-strengthening hold.
giving in to whims.
depraved.

Who's the most depraved of all?
"The man who knows everything but stops just short of acting."
Period.

We just sit here waiting for some miracle to come,waiting for the result to reverse,waiting for the dead to return.We know very well that nothing would change,that this is not a dream.The only thing that'll follow is Acceptance.That it has happened.Even though there wasn't any cause to effect this.Can't help.

Pleading guilty is always easier-easier than making excuses,lying...
She wanted to do that.na...not plead.Guilty as accused with head held high.
But she couldn't.'Cos that was not practical,that would not be in her favour.So she lied.Ah...the lies,the deceptions,the confrontation.It came naturally though.She didn't have to work hard on it.

She came out of it,triumphant.She knew that she'd be believed.Only she didn't feel the elation of victory.There was instead this gut-wrenching conscience.

She hated the world cos they were unable to see through her lie.She hated the fact that she plied with the world.Why the hell can't she be honest(with whom?).Life would have been so simple.Truth ain't difficult.In fact it's the shortest way out and the best.Pity..there aren't many takers.