There is so much pain. It wants to gush out but there is no way for it to flow out. There is a constant pressure and stress on the vitals. It makes me look like a fool talking to a wall. Hence, the zone is closed. There is no purpose served and neither is there any response. Everyone around me takes everything about my Life for granted and that is why I have ended up like this.
They talk something in front of me but end up doing something else behind my back. Backstabbing has been a common event in my span. I cannot find one person who has not done it to me. Of all those, I trusted you the most. But, look at what you have done, continue to do and how confident you are about what you will do. Hats off!
It is so dark when the entire world is celebrating the festival of lights. I could not help staying away from a scribble tonight. I am trying to put it all in words and try burying it here. I spent my entire evening on the terrace. There is light all around, voices all around, yet not one source to save me. That's when the question arises as to what I am doing here?
I am not fighting for space with anyone. Nor am I trying to intrude into anyone else's space. Wait. Is there any space at all left for me? Hold on. Does it really matter now? The pain that wants to come out turns into a rain of a warm stream, quickly cooled by some devotional chant. Alright, I have realised everything and have developed an understanding. Yet, why does it pain? Ideally, it should nullify any interest or desire that stems out.
I need liberation. A f@cking liberation from all this chaos. Am I feeling lighter after this flow of words? Well, I guess I lost a feather's worth of pain and still feel the weight choking my breath. I am trying to bring some changes. Time will answer... -rPhoenix
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