Where is the tomorrow? And when did today pass? Why yesterday is so blur to remember? And where am I? Which phase? What time? Yesterday-today-tomorrow?
And the eyes start paining from insomnia. Brain…could burst anytime from the overflowing thoughts. Thoughts that is impossible to track. Like you just woke up from a dream you can’t remember but still could feel the restlessness.
There is no sad-ness. No melancholy. But no zeal. No excitement. To live is more of a like an obligation. Moments of bliss are temporary. Like a micro second. And then there is no dawn to this dusk.
This is what life has become. And there is no ending of it. Of the void. Of the ‘asked’ loneliness. Of the silence…within…around. And there are no regrets either. No qualms. No complaints. Just nothing.
Just the hollow silence. A hollow silence!
2 comments:
turn this hollow silence into hallowed reverie Mansi, because if there are lows, then there are highs too, but the thrill in the highs is so strong that they pass too soon, or seem to do so.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
@BA: true that :)
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