Here, when everyone else was busy with their own celebration strokes, there was this devastated Soul, trying to collect the crooked pieces of her shattered hopes..
When the whole city gets to sleep, that is when this lonely creature weeps..
Weeps until she makes heavens cry with her..
Weeps until the morning sun highlights her invisible bruises and scars..
Yes, this masquerade is her way of life now!
Probably coz she doesn’t want to show the world, what she feels deep within;
what all led to her turning this way out..
So far, far away in the unknown,
If she had the audacity to hope,
There might be someone who would know..
How to bring back her gleaming smiles and lost hopes!
May be, this part of her life was about Rediscovering oneself..
May be this was a wake up call for her,
to get better acquainted with the concept of “impermanence”..
But, She constantly found herself caught up between the struggles of the very process..
Where on one hand, She was trying to learn,
how to be content with what she had and live a life without regrets..
The other part of her spirit drenched with disappointments,
would escalate its magnetic field,
leaving her under the impression, that probably,
she just had no right to stay happy!
She barely had any friends, who could share her troubles and sorrows..
After some time, even the ceiling fan of her dainty room ceased to answer her, back.
What an irony associated with living alone!
You can undoubtedly get to know your true self; but in the end,
staring at the walls is the only job you have..
She loved spending time on her own, but,
getting outcasted from the whole world around her,
was something she could have never even dreamt of..
But this was happening, and she couldnt help it.. A part of, the god’s plan, for deciding her destiny..
She kept on thinking what went so wrong on her part?
Why was she left all alone, in the dark?
Why couldnt she be happy, like all those glowing faces around her?
Was her pessimism, withdrawing back her prospects of gelling up with people,
and disconnecting her from the entire throng?
May be, yes.
May be, her psychological unrest, was detrimental to that.
But, how could she rectify that?
Who was there to listen to her predicament? Her vanity never allowed her, to ask anyone for some level of pity..
And before her heavy head and swelled eyes made her doze off, subconsciously,
she could only pray to god, to bless her long lost friends and her only love,
with the power of listening beyond words..
So that, someday, they could understand that she never, intentionally grew distant..
In fact, she was fighting within herself, a battle against chronic pessimism responsible for her psychological imbalance.

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