The feeling of a chaotic day

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Sometimes there are moments when I can't even understand my own desires. Everything feels so chaotic. It feels like I'm not asking for what I want properly, or I can't understand what I should be asking for. Today is exactly like that—very strange, vague, blurry. Reality is very close, yet I can't touch it. Everything seems to be hidden behind a veil of fog.

My mind is like an old house, with moss growing on its walls, broken window frames, and blocked air passages. Sometimes I wonder to myself—does this broken mind still want something? Yes, it does. It's as if someone is whispering something from deep within. A strange, unspoken request.

If you are asked, what do I want—it's nothing big. I just want two things. If you can ever give it to me, leave it quietly. Give it to me at a time when I'm sleeping.
First of all, I want to get my lost song back. That song, which was called “Rupak”. And secondly, I want to get my voice back—the one with which I used to sing, laugh, and sometimes cry. That voice has also been lost somewhere with time.

Human life is actually a huge theater stage. Everyone plays their own role here. Some people’s laughter is not genuine, some people’s tears are not sincere. Everyone wears a mask, some are enemies in the mask of a friend, some are messengers of disintegration in the mask of a loved one.

The biggest truth in this life is—everyone is alone. No matter how many people are around, no matter how much love there is around, there is a kind of emptiness inside.

People come, people go. No one stays by your side forever. The river of time washes away everyone’s feet. Sometimes we get lost ourselves, sometimes we have to let someone go. Maybe that is the law of life.

Only then will the desired liberation come—a light breeze starts blowing in your mind. Light enters through the broken window, and it seems that—at least not everything—I have found some peace.