Sleep, sleep and more sleep.
Dream, dream and more dreams,
Worthy to have been honoured,
With a life that no sane one could wish for.
Ch.4 Dreams and Uninvited Guests
Why leave me gifts that I hate to wish for?
Why gift me such, when all I want is peace?
Why not leave me alone to choose my own gifts?
I would rather not have any that are meant to strike my state of ease.
Ch.3 Hidden Introduction to Strange Company and Hope
Solitude of this kind makes me unaware.
The roots that bind my person,
makes me yearn for freedom and more.
I wish there was light to lead,
I wish there was music to soothe,
I wish I knew the complete story,
I wish I had some vision and more.
Ch.2 Planning the Escape
“What if all my theories were completely farce? What if I am in someplace too dangerous for people-kind? What if I am already no more? Could that be possible? That means there is life after death! This was another area of science I would have loved to work on and then earn a Nobel Prize. There would have been so much more to brag about. Wait, but how could I die, or rather, why would I die? It is not that we invite death voluntarily, but still, I do not really like this idea that just sprang up in my head. I would at least want to feel a bit bored of life or just too overwhelmed by whatever life offered me with before death approached.”
Ch.1 The Truth about Twigs
“What is a person about to gain while wishing for somebody else’s fall? What is the person who clings on to ego going to gain in life? What is a person who swears by one’s money going to take along to the grave anyway? How is the person who kills in the name of religion, race, sex, hatred, and food going to justify one’s own existence when asked to explain? There are so many more of them to categorise if time permits. At the end of the day, they all have one end game: harm and take sadistic pleasure in it. When will that one day dawn when they realise that they who wish evil for others are damn gross and ignoble? If karma is a certified bitch, it will surely strike them back. Those who deserve the strike will certainly be struck hard. Only if they could be made to realise their follies through acts of kindness and made to mend their ways. World would have been a totally different place that way. The badge of innocence would have stuck on beyond childhood in that case. Now that is my idea of a utopian state that I so wish came true someday.”
Pooja Subramanian 