I wish, this is my last night. Don't want to face
another day. Someone should listen to my wish.

I was designed to laugh, but destined to cry.
I was designed to love but destined to hate.
I was designed to be loved but destined to be hated.
I was designed to among them but destined to be left alone.
I was designed to be accepted as I am, but destined to be rejected by all.
I was designed to live, but destined to death.

"Ekbar Ramchandra ke payr ek kachhuye pe agay. Tab ub kachhuwa
kuchh nahi bola. Ramchandraji bahut samaoi tak anjane mei us kachhuye
ke upor payr rakh ke khare rahein. Jab pata chala to Ramchandra ne kachhuye se puchha, "Tum ne batay kyun nahi ki mera payr tumme pada hai?"
Kachhuye ne bola" Prabhu, ajj tak jabtak kisine mere upor payr rakkhya,
meine bola "Hey Ram"; ajj sayang Bhagban Ram ne payr rakha to mein kya bolun?"

I was writing, I mean started writting about some
good things in my life. Then it reminds me what once
one of my friend said, " I live in past" and I did not
post those. Yes, it is true, so true as because, there is
nothing I found to smell, or enjoy, the bitter and sour
test has killed my soul. I hate and hate and badly hate
my life now. I wish I could finish it in one shot,
but afraid death can also cheat like life. I never
ever thought that I would hate my life so much.
I wish I will not see sun anymore.

sukhi talab me kankar mar ke
pani ki awaj nahi ati.

Jab bijli gidi thi, tab shirf patte nahi jwale the;
ped bhi jwala tha