In the world of cohesion sometime it is hard to find a place where we can handout our emotions to ourself. Maybe this sentence will not be true for many around. but for me it has always been a fact.
Every word i wrote was more or less close to my heart. Sometimes it carried a weapon to defend my absurd thought and sometimes it was all the absurd thing i got. Things sometimes went contrary, they holded me back. At that place like hell and a sword piercing my heart, words were all i'd got.
But a day arrived i lost my words and hopes ruled my life. I started loosing it, they were spoiled by the darkness i got attached to. They were lost somewhere there and i felt empty inside. Deep in my heart when i stared at the feelings they laughed at me and said you are helpless, they questioned me in sarcasm, are you still the powerful one to express us?.
i found myself in a battle where i started searching for krishna to guide me. I had lost my weapon and my eyes took their position. They expressed the sarcastic feelings with a large ocean of tears.
I was numb, i was unconscious i heard my feelings crying and screaming. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around, i was alone, my heart was bleeding. I stood up and wiped my eyes, i looked at my hands they were incomplete. There, amid the crowd of struggle, pain and hatred i found my pen. I took it in my hands and opened my book and wrote down some words which were my feelings, excited to be expressed.
Raviraj Mishra
Ravirajmishra98@gmail.com
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