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Me

Being alone is my gift from the one whom I want to be with…..walk the endless track with bare feet in the search for u…hiding the grief within my eyes that will only look for u….I will keep in silence…as nothing I can do…only one thing….that keep loving u….!!!! Sometimes it seems as if u r ma entreaty….!!! I want protest against this thought as its more than true…A prayer that I’ll never get a prayer that seems going far away from me….loosing ma own umbra, as I have to walk towards the dark….!!!

All I see is night…..blackness, death, and decay……My world turns dark as the blood red sunset is devoured by the hungry night sky…..,.The light that is my life slowly dies as if wounded and,….left in a cold dark forest to die……The once suffered children look up at me from their graves….the hole in which they were killed by flame….merciless fire like rabid wolves on the tail of a hundred rabbits…….the faces are gone, memories shattered……and they hold no memory of those that they once identified……they lay there burnings in the uncovered grave……unworthy of a funeral……..!!! Still I pray….!!!

I keep the things within me…Though sum thinks they know me…Abstruse is what I say I am…Corpse is what I know I am…Being stoic is not what I have chosen…It’s the judgment of life what is given….!!!U may feel it is my inferiority…But I know what my destiny is…Walking through an endless tunnel is not always thrilling…Ask the traveler who suffers it all alone…!!!Saying anything is not what it means always….!!!Some intensity can’t b measured always….!!!

Even when the suffering ends… my people will leave traces of their pain…of their deaths, of their lives, of their faith….I will remember the time of my own liberation…I will remember the holes that are my eyes…and the lifeless skeleton which is my body…and the emptiness that is my heart…that dark, evil, blood stained night…that night that became my life at the time of my capture…Yes, night is all I see…my life which is an eternally silent, cold, rancid night…..

Seeing the face can’t tell u the Story inside…Listening the words can’t make u understand the misery inside….Going through and having empathy are very much different….Some speaks, some waits for others to listen the difference…Having an endless silence around my stand….That doesn’t need any words to understand…Keeping the dreams of my life on my hand is not enough…What if the dream itself had told me “you’ll never get me do what u can”…I set myself to do all the efforts to get it…But what if my own dream is not with me…Standing alone is what my destiny it seems…Crying alone is what my fate it seems….May be I won’t sound different than a hypocrite…Who may look happy but dying inside….

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