Confessions of a Turbulent Mind!

Sometimes I wonder why Solitude has become such a crowded place!! Make 'em stop; these cacophonies of screaming silences; they're deafening!!!!
Who built this barricade in the middle of our bed?!
Why do our conversations resemble a talk show on mute?! Can you tell?!
Jet-speeding through the highways in my mind, I'm afraid, the light at the end of the tunnel might be a halogen bulb put there to illuminate the sign board that reads - "DEAD END"!!!
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