"There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful."

Today is one of those nights and here I am, burning the midnight oil to write something that has the fate to be a dull prose. This night has neither the beauty of poetry nor the mystery of any fiction. It is plain, silent and staring-into-the-eyes. It makes me wonder what life is to me; what this living moment means to me; about the worth of every deep-short breath. 

All of us need some love. Someone to understand us; to understand why we are the way we are. Above all to give some love, some happiness, some warmth to those around. If we all knew how to show some consideration to our fellow beings, wouldn't it have been easier to live here? Why do we judge people so much? Why do we accuse them without even listening to them? Why don't we talk to them, make them understand what is wrong-if at all there is anything wrong- instead of blaming them? Why are we so keen on proving ourselves every now and then? 

You think that you are a mess? Yes, you are a mess. Admit it. Understand that everyone around you is one. Talk about it. Get out of it. Can't you handle what is happening in your life? It's not just you. There are many. Take your time. Go through it. Get some help. Come out of it. Whatever it is, it's not worth taking your life. You mean a lot to others. 

Why do we refuse to learn?!!!