"How far??..."

Run away, Honey!

For they are coming…

To immure you with the manacles of emotions.

Those shambles are not far yet,

Where thy soul will be tormented apart…

And step by step,

You will be reduced into thing,

But dust in their lives.

Don’t dare look back into those eyes…

For there lays a snare,

For you to be raveled in there…

Till you are done with your last breath.

Just run… for there is no place to lurk in.

So, run away! As far as you can…

(sigh)… but how far?

© Honey Digra

"Shalom Aleichem"

There they go!...

Final exodus was there… of my unseen confrères. Thought these parched eyes will look on me in mercy, but no!... my fidus achates’ were nowhere to be seen. But how could I let them go? Wasn’t I supposed to stop them?

Still no word was spoken!

For I know… senile are these words.

Cloyed with infirmities…

And gradually, this unheard silence of mine,

Became nothing,

But a grave of my emotions!

Albeit, I was surviving... (wasn’t I?)

But that mysterious gravity of anonymity was alluring me, far from life where laughter was a sin, and crying was a misdemenour. But why? Why was I confined? Wasn’t I supposed to rebel against them?

Still no word was spoken!

For I know… senile are these words.

Cloyed with infirmities…

And gradually, this unheard silence of mine,

Became nothing,

But a grave of my emotions!

To every whit, I was broken,

But this invincible silence overwhelms me into nothing but a frigid soul.

And look at me… Here I am! Beyond all the sufferance and the mirth…

May my emotions resideth in peace… beneath the veil of my silence!

Amen!...

© Honey Digra