Category: fear

Portrait called life

Pasted on a wall…that is blank..is that a life..always on hang ;)can I loose myself and break free and be myself..the real me..
I think..I should try at least ­čÖé To put colors in life as I please.
Change the postures as many as can be..and relax with sizes and prizes that please.
Life is painted and erased with ease , come close and view portrait of life with me..can you see that smile not reaching eyes ..or that tears just blinked off to release…a shooting pain or surging fright..are you in dark ..are you in light.. sketch would be better than paint. waves on face are deeper than lines that erase..how will you dry me..in gloomy rains..tell me once again..

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Scars

It never shows to you, it is well hidden and tucked in..nor is it a pride to own..it is a scar that reminds me often ..what I did was wrong ..it has a message for me and you..when you hide a scar it means you were responsible for it..you jumped or ran, you couldn’t refrain from acts that resulted in scar for life..think how ugly is a life..where scars remain exposed to eyes , those eyes that laugh at your mistakes..reject you at your face..and mock you again and again..what a disgrace..

Scars

Scars are deep…those ┬áinflicted and never dressed..those wounds remain open..and reminds us of that pain..that severe harsh ┬áinsult..or that slap..that make legs weak..those are the hidden scars..we dread..and want to hide…because no one listens to the wailing cry..those tears that couldn’t drop..with fear ..trembling lips..that tried to remain pressed to suppress the loudness…you can not see..those scars..that haunt from depth ..from heart..when someone ┬áloves or is kind..tears just drop…as if..you are set free.