Q & A

There are so many thoughts in my head. How is it that none of them is worthy of this blank page? How is it that they keep talking to me without my participation. These are some questions a child would have asked. Yes, it would have... maybe i did too.. but I am asking the same questions as probably no one answered them then. It was a child' s curiosity.  Today it is an adult' s rant. So they remain inside my head...talking to me incessantly... proving that every man is for himself. That there is no point of expectations, of society, companionship. As no one cares about the questions which are so obvious, no one has any answers to them. Pursuing them is madness, or unemployment. Those that matter have answers, either you have them or, them...as long as an answer exists it is ok to ask questions...this treatment is so profound that there comes a time that I question those rare seekers. Those who try to make sense out of everything.  Who would tell them now, that as long as the end is poetic, the tragedy doesnt matter.