these days,
i don't write like I should.
my urgency to smoke is hitting me back.
only my true friends keep in touch.
i am loving the story of Job even more.
these days,
corruption in Nagaland is becoming mighty apparent.
when you are too good for a partner or a job, they leave you.
a cry for help is mocked as ' a cry for attention'.
everything can be bought, we just have to know the price.
these days,
it is easy to misunderstand than to understand.
we use people and treasure condom.
cheap publicity is the substitute for talent.
it is easy to correct than to solve.
these days,
we forget and forgive as per our gain.
we are becoming jealous perverts.
we love obscenity and condemn the pure art.
it's all about I, me, myself.
