I am jack's tormented heart

The cynic in me has never been idle. But then,so has been the idealist in me. The capacity of the human mind and the non realization of it,both never fail to amaze me. Master creations we are dubbed as,sitting comfortably on the top of this IQ ladder. Great. So lets get some facts right. We are the only species on this planet who pay to live here. We pay for the house that we make,we pay for clean water because capitalists have floundered pollution norms. We live in a world full of debt. The sum of the GDP of the 50 poorest nations equals to that of the 3 wealthiest people. Starvation is rampant. So is poverty. We empty our pockets to advertisements and become forced consumers. It has never been so much 'in your face' before. And like responsible idiots, we have been sidelining it for so long. Master creations we homo sapiens. Really? What we should do is to question the dark cloud that traps us in the kind of world we are born in. And what we end up doing is being sa

As i stand there,bowed head and a feverish forehead. And i see,creeping sadness does not spare life. Oh,the horror of it. Lovely were the days spent idle. A penchant of walking on wet concrete. Oh,the love of it. Oh,lost love. Why don't you make me cry? Destructing and resurrecting , Destructing and resurrecting. And the melancholic beauty of spent years, comes back to haunt the living daylights. And ends with a non-audible sigh. But the strangeness of life that it is, Annihilates itself. Leaving behind, hazy eyes and an extinguished soul.