The night i didn't dream

My computer acts weird. I try to open Microsoft word but it doesn’t. Feels like it’s saying that it’s no use writing anymore. I look at my cell phone; it stares back at me listlessly. Inanimate piece of technology. I feel like vomiting, but I can’t. Feels like my body is saying that there’s nothing left inside. It really bad when that happens to you. I go to the terrace and watch the skyline languidly. Rain stings on my shirtless form. I smoke a cigarette and throw the packet. Wait! What have I done! Maybe there was more in it! Unfortunately it’s not coming back. It’s lost in the bushes below, dark and the entangled like the human mind. I close my eyes. I take a drag and grip my waist with my inert hands. I breathe in and feel like expanding with every drag I take. I grow and I grow to the limits of elasticity. Limits unbounded by human reasoning. Then I explode in splinters. My parched flesh flying with lightening speed over the skies. Some fell in the pond, some even traveled distances and fell in the cantt and some fell in the otherwise bustling city malls. Whole night they were stung by rain. Smelling a known smell the fishes swam with expectation and had them as their breakfast, only to spit it due to its bitterness. They are not used to this. They were fed with sweet bread of affection daily. The dogs used to love flesh, but they spit it out, it wasn’t even human. The bustling city malls trampled it under their clueless feet as the pieces writhe under them, not with pain but with their negligence. Don’t they recognize their own kind?