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Picture Credit : Special Arrangement |
Always surrounded by books,
Living in the fantasy world.
Too many stories I read and,
Too many emotions I feel.
"Where is a break?", life asked,
Who needs a break?
When you have a book to read,
And a coffee in your hand!
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| Picture Credit : Special Arrangement |
I was smiling wholeheartedly, having a great day in the peaceful forest. It gave me some freshness and peace of mind. With a never-ending smile, I stepped into the elevator, and a familiar ding was heard when I reached the floor of my apartment. Fiddling with the digital card from my backpack, I came near the door, placed the card, and opened it. While rushing in, I saw an envelope placed near the doormat. I took it and locked the door whilst, letting myself into my comfortable living. Sitting comfortably on the soft, I let out a tired sigh.
I opened the envelope and read it completely. The peace that I had gotten from my outing flew out of the window and was replaced with utter blankness. The words written filled my brain and pierced my heart into pieces. The words cut through my peaceful mind and enrolled themselves forever. My heart was crumbling, and my mind was occupied with those words. My heart skipped a beat, not in love but in pain. Every sentence, every word stabbed my heart to die a painful yet slow death. Wanting to scream, but with my mouth shut and lips seized. I couldn't utter a word. Every breath was suffocating as if something was wrapped around my throat and making me choke to death. I could feel it tighten my chest and that my ribcage and body would have a loud explosion, and I'll be in torn into bits and pieces any time soon. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it would, but why does it hurt when I had prepared for the worse? It hurts like Hades. My heart is screaming, but not a word was uttered from my sealed lips. Not a single tear rolled down my cheeks.
Wounds can be healed, but scars can never heal. They stay there forever, reminding us of the betrayal, the pain. But what hurts the most is the person who healed your scar had given you an even deeper, and worst abused scar that can't be healed anymore. When one falls deeper and deeper, not in love but in the vast ocean of sadness and loneliness, we can't help but laugh at the choice of what life and destiny give us. Even if our feet are full of scars we move on. The pain was endless, just like the thoughts of clouds. Ready to rain, yet not. When something shatters in us yet, we long for those shattering. Feeling full yet empty. Behind every mask there is a face, behind every face there is a masked smile. Behind every masked smile, there is pain, behind every pain there is a story. Behind every story there is a lesson, behind every lesson there is a reason. Behind every reason, there is a person, and behind every person, there is a soul.
I let myself drown in this colossal ocean of sadness. I can drink this pain, and I am capable of enduring this pain within me. If only you could read my heart and soul. It calls for you and only you. I was like a painting that was already sketched and then erased when it wasn't liked. But it's okay.
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| Picture Credit : Deepshikha Patangay |
The clock stopped working,
And everything around the artist paused.
She wished a new story to begin,
But the past didn't let her walk.
Thought to forget everything,
But was blank about the future.
Maybe there was no new chapter,
As the mind was stuck reliving it all.
Searched around to find a path,
The heart became a locker,
And the key was lost.
Old memories came forward,
In front of her hazel brown eyes,
And her mad heart poured out.
Using the pen as her power,
The paper witnessed her emotions.
Centuries passed by and,
Her writings were relieved,
On the Earth for infinite times,
By people who read her.
Though she turned into ashes,
She was alive through her writings,
And would live on eternally,
Till the universe would end one day.
~Deepshikha Patangay (BA)
