talk of a drunk...

Life is strange heard it a lot, many times, here and there, now and then but most of all tasted this dish cooked in the oil of fish, myself hell lot of times...again life seems very strange as if I am standing at the sea-shore and life is dashing unknown facts' waves right on my face... but why? what? the same old rubbish questions which this time I am deliberately avoiding as if it is the old shi**y piece of some ironic twist-in-life then go ahead and pass on this time I won't ask key HORAN DAI KER PASS KARO.... go even without letting me know... leave me softly as no more ironies no more questions and please no more answers, because they'll let me feel de'javu not because I didn't dream but; lived it, swallowed it, wasted my tears on it and now...what??? nothing!!! I really don't know what will happen and tell you the truth Huda BB I don't wanna know... simply not interested... come what may or may what come, may be I am not ready to fight and will let it pass like a heavy vehicle key TU LANG JA SADDHI KHER HAY!!! or this will end up in a raw row, a tug war or a bull-fight or a gladiator spirited death......
I'll go on writing as now my thinking is lucid as drunk fluently flowing out in the form of words...but may be I am numb or just awaken...O ALLAH!!! madad... this desperately destiny's frustrated destined child is again in the hand of cruel fate make the hands and its caresses careful, caring and loving for once and all...LOVE U ALLAH JI! really.....