It's like your first glass of whiskey So sour and burns your inside in the start. But, as you get the taste of it, It tastes like ambrosia, drink of Gods.
It's like your first cigarette drag Suffocating and unpleasant, but after a few packs It calms your nerve.
I wandered from place to place From Himalayan hills to Goa's sunset. Tried so many things From thrilling adventure to slow death, All of this to find peace. But these "peace" were never near in comparison to kissing death. Outrageously hurtful at first and a sweet bliss after.
When you're about to die you either fight it or submit to it. See, the death, she's a cunning woman. Tricking us into believing that fighting her is an actual option. But, all it is; a false hope for all of us. A false sense of having a say in it. It doesn't matter if you fight or submit. Cause, ultimately we all submit, To her.
After a few painful attempts to fight I, too, submit to her and at that exact moment I found the peace I've been looking for all my life. The sweet numbness of your body you flow as one with energy. All your worries just vanish. There, I found peace.
And after just a few seconds of it I was brought back to life again. This peace is a deadly deal. I want none of it. Cause, what good is having such peace if you don't get to live another day in it?
"I woke up at 3'o clock in the night, I'm not a morning person, you see. I just can't seem to sleep. So, I turned to my phone, "discharged." I went to the kitchen, maybe I'll fix myself something "empty."
So, I walked to my balcony and stood below the galaxy, There was a cold wind in the air and everything just seemed to be at peace. And a smile out of nowhere just stuck on me. Kind of like a warm embrace, whispering to me.
It knew I missed it.
I stood there all night, Smiling in between a twinkling star and slowly, progressing, sleepy yawn.
I waited for the sun, though. Said goodnight to the moon. The wind changed, it got a little warmer, It felt good.
As I look at the rising sun, all shades of love were painted in the sky.
I've been with all of them.
I was welcomed by the chirpings of the sparrows and the cawing of the crows and a smile, again, just stuck on me. It knew I missed it. I know I miss this. My slowly progressing sleep Just went F&F and I went to bed, thinking, maybe, I'll go out someday again." -LMA- . . These months couped up in a place, it seems I'm starting to forget the feeling of adventure, the scent of new places and the pinch of freedom.
"The fall has just ended and with it the lives of the leaves. The winter was about to take charge, when it all happened.
I remember, dried out leaves on the walkway and the crisp sound it made when I walked on them. The wind was chilly and started whispering to me. It was past 7. The orange-ish red sky turned maroon, slowly progressing towards darkness.
I was walking towards you. With a red rose, chocolates and a surprise. I saw a young couple bickering with each other and the man just hugged her and apologized for not reaching to her sooner. I remembered us.
I was crossing the street next to the park when I saw a woman being mugged. I remembered the time I didn't help and how you thought less of me. This time, I rushed in to help, the mugger had a knife. I never could have won. I got stabbed. But, you were just around the next exit. How could I have delayed you more? I walked, limpingly, the blood was camouflaged by my maroon shirt and I tried to hide it under my coat.
When I saw you, the pain gave in to my happiness as I ran and hugged you. I took out the red rose from under my coat which was now coated in blood. I collapsed as soon as you took it. The pain kicked in again. And it kicked hard. I was happy in that moment cause, now you'd never say that I didn't get you a single rose. Even though you called to break up. I thought you deserved, atleast, one rose.
I don't remember anything after it. But, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that now, you'd have a very distinct memory of me I guess. Memory of roses and blood." -L.M.A #mirakee@mirakee@writersnetwork#pod
The thing is we all follow a code. Knowingly or unknowingly we judge, observe and then pass the judgment. We think it's right. We want it to be right.
Cause, if it's not, We would lose our sanity and fall in a pit of self doubt, indecisiveness and guilt, guilt of all the past judgments.
So, all our lives we fight for that code. Right or wrong, doesn't matter to us. Only clinging to our sanity and the lie that we feed ourselves that we didn't do any wrong today, only that, matter to us.