Why do the shutters go up and down?
What was thought to be lost is it found?
Familiar scenes and words, that edges me
To pen down strained lines, called poetry.

Peep you can , but not for long
Its for a while don get me wrong.
Show is open for fixed hours
For no known reason or cause.

Left fumbling with no eloquent words
Staring sadly n starkly at closed doors.
I am what i am, and nothings eva changed
But things that hurt, leaves me deranged.

doobo is mein...

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dead end...sorts

quit. at work place. had to do it. repercussions are looming large, but have brushed them aside for a while. somehow feel such things happen in a predetermined preordained chain of events. had been feeling lowish for some time now, and nothing seemd to happen that would/could lift my spirits and then it had to culminate in this... self worth get its jolts and boosts, along the journey of life, and this is one juncture, where my self worth came into harsh scrutiny and had to shake myself free of the worth-factor dumped by others, and emerge with a clear and defined picture of self. Not sure where i go on from here...but well, take it as it comes, and yes its going to be tough, have to battle it out..