This feel of a restless soul is so familiar to the dead thought of my body.
The air of suffocation welcomes me once again and I helplessly surrender.
These spirits shout from these four walls where I was always caged. Tell me if you have seen me hugging myself tight, tucking my head between my knees.
I hate the existence of my hands, my nails which fails to hurt the iron bars.
I dislike the touch of my fingers beneath my eyes whenever it attempts to wipe these weak tears. These ears turn red as I outrageously crumple them to cease the haunting sound of pain. Tell me if you have seen me hurting my face with my nails?
Masked face veils the buried realities and I once again welcome hatred from people. So ironical is this appearance adapted that you love to hate me.
Tell me if you have ever looked in the eyes of this masked face.
Here I once again step at your door when you first told me that yes this is your life.
Written by Vrushali Deshpande
hmmmm something wrong with u?i mean the writeup is rocking but y this sadness...i guess u r really hurt by some1
ReplyDeletehey vrushu,
ReplyDeleteread ur article, i dont no y u so different then them. whenever i read them i feel sad & think wats wrong but whenever i meet u i feel so good and hours just pass by.
anyways i just wish u could write more positive stuff.
all the best dear.
@ Baljit & Darshika
ReplyDeleteThat's how I write.
I welcome my 'normal writing style' with this write up.
If i re-publish my blog SMILING TEARS, which has been now deactivated, you would not be surprised to find these kinda articles.
Is it necessary to show these emotions in public or when we are having a normal conversation with people? No...Coz that gives rise to questions..Questions that takes you back to a place you hate to be in.