The intensity of the depth of waters is perhaps like reflection of our own self.You touch the waters,it forbids to be still and so eloquently it moves..the random small bubbles formed are like the emotions entrapped in our body or heart.If someone touches it nonchalantly,the emotions never fail to hurt us in the perfect manner.After the touch is gone,the stillness returns..but is it the same like before?
If we go deep in the darkness of any substance,question that enthrall my mind is after all the turbulence,actually what remains?Is it the tragedy that happened or the aftermath that has resulted in further numbness?The people or stilness?What remains?If it’s the deep stains of wounds,perhaps how you still survive?So if that makes you a warrior,what further remains?
Dig deeper and deeper,I somehow believe something more substantial yet unknown to the humanity prevails,if once found maybe that could enhance the enchanting truths of heart and life.
I tried hard and struggled bad to make everything ravishing about myself,people still tangle me in their manipulative games,that unspoken hatred glares from their eyes and sometimes so brutal that is shines from their dark heart,I’ve collected myself many times and made peace often with these surroundings yet somehow I feel the threshold point exceeding the hold.I am entwined in my own walls of fear now as if I am drowning..in my inner chaos that my mind refuse to make peace with.Sublimity of thoughts somehow is being crushed and destructed thus making me go deeper and deeper.Now as I am in the waters,I feel happy here, it amazed me first still the tranquility is speechless to describe.I am satisfied deep down,maybe I needed a lone time?I needed my own peace where I could satisfy only myself and no other hearts as they will pierce me only till I bleed..bleed so bad,my face turns blue and so does my heart.
I do not wish to float on souflle` of clouds because if it bursts I shall come down on earth so its better to be drowned.I am still in a state of furore,don’t know what people will again inject in me,I am exhausted and lost each day and now I don’t expect miracles to stop the pain so I shall remain underneath without being vindictive anymore,hoping may I find my little pieces of heart so that I can connect and rejoin them once again,in this emptiness.