To Be Nothing

I was not capable of contradicting the quietness. A silent emotion was insulting me. Forgetting the self-denial I went for choosing the impossible. Am I sick of myself ? The agony overwhelms me with mystic relief. Here and now I feel the human spirit outsmarting the gifts of revenge in the eyes of past. No hope of breeze. It is hot inside, the spirit burning. False peers were scoring with debts of darkness. Tiny ideas crowd the mind flying straight through the mist of anguish I elect to be nothing. SATISH VERMA