Thoughtless Musing

Thoughtless Musing

A Story by Arjun Singh

Is it natural for a person to know what he should do, what he wants, and how is it that all of it can be achieved, yet to not work for it? Not hard or anything: just NOT work for it at all! And then spend the rest of every day overthinking stuff, cursing himself, dreading the ramifications on his future.

Then again: Is any of this normal?

Doubt DOES creep into one’s mind.

Let’s hope it is, for dreams count on it.

 

And the person we’re talking about is one aware of his potential: He knows how he CAN, He knows right from wrong; and yet, in his senses, he chooses laboriously and consciously to stick to the wrong thing.

Then again: Is any of this normal?

Doubt DOES creep into one’s mind.

Let’s hope it is, for dreams count on it.

 

He like to write; but he doesn’t know what to write, where to write, or when to write, or what to write about! I guess its false pride on his part that keeps telling him to pretend to be scholarly, and what’s worse is: He does keep up with this charade. He is not as smart as people believe; and certainly not as smart as he’d like people to believe.

Boy, does he suck!!

Then again: Is any of this normal?

Doubt DOES creep into one’s mind.

Let’s hope it is, for dreams count on it.

 

For a person who believes he has it all sorted out, there couldn’t possibly be any other with more chinks in his preparatory-armor. He lives a life dictated more or less by social protocols: with none forcing him to. And yet he does it.

What could one possibly make of any if this? Is the person so weak, that he cannot even crane his neck to look over the crowd, when all around him people are hoisting themselves up to break away?

Then again: Is any of this normal?

Doubt DOES creep into one’s mind.

Let’s hope it is, for dreams count on it.

 

WoW!! I do know how to make a scene!

Was this just some wild, silly, heat-of-the-moment ranting?

Or a voice within me seeking difference?

Let’s hope it is, for dreams count on it.

© 2017 Arjun Singh


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Relatable! Keep it up!👍🔥

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There truly is no "normal" in this world. Not sure I would consider this a poem. It is more of a stream of consciousness prose rant. Lots of scattered thoughts here, but I think the message is unclear because of the rambling. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arjun Singh

7 Years Ago

Yeah..., I was afraid after i had written it that the thoughts might come across as rather mixed up .. read more
i found this interesting to a point of conflict, when i read this it was written so well and informative, a good read, but when i read about you your english grammar is bad or are these just short hand writings like gud and wen.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arjun Singh

7 Years Ago

Haha, I know,
I've been told about how bad an influence short hands and slangs can be, so I t.. read more
somebody has to cry out for injustice

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arjun Singh

7 Years Ago

Yeah, I couldn't agree more..!!
Thanks for reading..!!
This shows the confused state of a mind and those feelings have been correctly written.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arjun Singh

7 Years Ago

Thanks a load..!!
Happy you liked it..
Najam Us Saher

7 Years Ago

You're welcome ☺

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Added on March 29, 2017
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Arjun Singh
Arjun Singh

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Just another teenage, 18 year old guy trying to voice himself.... More of a poet than a storyteller Not really sure if I am good or bad at it.... more..

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