Dear Self,
Apologies for waving you a goodbye.
For the blood red veins in your eyes
popping out of sleepless nights.
For the crumbling circumstances you've
come across on your way to bed each day.
For the dry lips licking the ceremonious
words of hunger oriented livelihoods.
For the dignified assumptions in a fragile
and hollow sincerity of mankind.
For the virtual reality camouflaged in
multitudes of lies you've been made to see,
listen and eventually believe.
For the unending desire of intangible
equations with tangible humans.
For the misinterpretation of 'Success' and
'Failure'. 'Right' and 'Wrong'. 'I', 'We' and 'Mine'.
For the babble of conscience driving you
insane in an utterly meaningless definition
of life altogether.
I apologize in being late to apologize.
Hope you understand.

Regards
Yourself

- Aniket Kale