THE RETURN OF THE FALLEN ONE

8 stagnant months...and my pen did not yield a single thing!!! Well u can count out the various examination papers I've written...since they are a waste of imagination...I feel frustated...Yes..that's the word...frustated. It doesn't feel right...because all this while when i was busy trying to figure out a way of reviving my broken armour...the dreams were rotting!!

Those fluttery little things..my dreams...they bleed now...so much time has been wasted. Why is it so difficult to break the monotony of a simple life?...what does it take to make your dreams immortal? I guess I have the answers now...I have to stitch it all up!...Save my aspirations before they flow away with the waters of time...save myself...

It is time..time to collect the strewn belongings...and start again...I'm on the path..the right path...with a constant showery cloud above my head...It is time to break open the cocoon...