Remember a moment when you hardly
could breathe,
Your heart sounded to pause and you
became mum,
You could think of nothing but just
that one pain,
Amusing it is, the giver doesn’t
even realize how it feels.
You want to share, you want to shout
it out,
But you are scared of the world and
the fear of being mediated,
Everyone around you seems to be
noticing you,
You feel like the biggest loser as
you yourself gave path to it.
I feel exactly the same like you my dear
friend,
I have two paths, either to forget
it or to keep it forever,
Either ways I know I am in no way
winning,
As this game was a trap which was
made for me to lose.
People say it’s the supernatural
spirit who makes it all happen.
My question to that so called soul
is- Are you skipping your heartbeat?
I remember my grandma telling that
God always does well,
If that’s how it is then who is this
who is making all this happen.
I am asked to move on, I am given
lot of suggestions,
Like it’s nothing new and that
everyone undergoes this,
Then why is it that everyone except
me seems happy and smiling
And I am the only one undergoing
this inner agony.
I know this is not the first time
but its hurts deeper,
Than even the last time and I can’t
remember how ever,
I came out of it as it feels this is
the end,
My world seems having me lost around
so many strangers.
Yes I do pretend, I do act,
I perform every day to show that
fake smile,
When within I am dying each second with
each memory,
Just wishing for some ray of hope for my heart to beat.