A succumbing whimper suppressed in the deep artery inside me wants to scream aloud in the deaf world. The poignant blues are yet to change its shade and make over into something that’s endurable. Visions and shadows of unknown people and uninvited thoughts haunt me day and night. I wonder in the empty streets of mercury laden lamp posts populated with buzzing nocturnal insects…I ponder on the intense dark grief that I get drowned into .The more I flutter my wings to swim and reach the shore, the more intensely the waves seems to engulf me into its arms. Will I be ever able to take the big plunge into my inner self to unveil my real identity?
I get lost in the torn wrinkled pages of an old book that had witnessed the grief a morose writer, I get lost in the painting with blue uneven stokes submerged in the fear of insanity.
My world seems to shrink into a small cocoon of melancholy. My infinite vastness had evaporated into a big dot of apprehension.
I feel lost.
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