Those eyes! Once looked up at me for
hope, for the fruition of their dreams… And now, same old eyes… but helpless
eyes! Staring at me (sympathetically)… watching the hollowness of my soul…
Those eyes! Sullen eyes!
Watching “the soul with the suit of hauteur”
Returned from the abattoir of dignity…
The one who is his own saboteur.
Me still brooding over my gone
moments… still holding on the clutches of affliction! Gradually touching down
the depths of darkness… fear started creeping up. Was I dying? Yes, I was… and
all I could see, the blackness around me.
Fretting over the dead past…
Lost in the serifs of its love dossier.
Slipping into an abysmal chasm,
Screaming for help, but no one to hear.
Couldn’t even behold the trace of my
conscience. Lost my true inner self… but I wanted to break free (wishful
thinking). On the contrary! I was giving up… cessioning to the obscurity.
Striving for his individuality,
Annoyed with the flair of confutation.
Wanted to breach the strings of melancholy…
Wanted to leave the times behind, sated with
humiliation.
And there comes ‘The Courage’ (my
savior)… came closer… held my hand… to leave me for never!
There comes ‘The Bravura’
To hold him on the pathways of life.
Going to fight for his survival till the end,
Being his strength, in the spells of strife.
[If not for thyself… think of all the people who love you… let them show thee how beautiful this life is… so that one fine day, you’d be there to enlighten others who have surrendered to this darkness… Fight for those helpless souls… and make them realize how beautiful this life is!!...]
© Honey Digra
