My Scattered Thoughts Vi

The clouds of carelessness curtaining my skies are again benumbing me into an emotional stasis, a marble-cold indifferent mood- the one i despise myself, but yield to, quite helplessly whenever it tries to overpower me with its pressing demands, i could never say NO... Mood-the master, I-the bond slave, though that is how I, the masochist pharoah execute the world by my silence just for the commission of the crime of misjudging me, stop sermonising, my moods and my seasons defy even ME, so who are YOU? Dont search in the ashes sparks are still burning there inside hidden from all eyes, the result declared, and you got failed for not performing the feat of understanding me, for how can you? when i myself could never... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - is it raining somewhere?