The phone has not rung since forever. All traces lost even before the search could begin. All hopes dashed before he could build on his dreams. Drown into a river where mystery flows in place of water?
Time can be a rude shock. So can be stanzas of our lives. And then he found everything changed like never before. And then he forces himself into imagination to doubt if at all it has changed. And, he wonders. As he dies to hear somebody comforts that everything remains what it was. And, all that was to be.
Was it worthy of everything? And, whether it was right. If not, why? If it was, then how?
And, then the cobwebs of the yesteryears float him in thin air of grief. The tears give way to frozen ice. And, memories turning into dark store-rooms no one dare to re-enter. And, there he stands. Merely a shadow with a soul that he never knew was his. And, how he then wished that there never was a beginning. Everything is a lie. Blaming others makes one weak. Hence, he takes it all.
People don’t understand. Some never will.
Time can be a rude shock. So can be stanzas of our lives. And then he found everything changed like never before. And then he forces himself into imagination to doubt if at all it has changed. And, he wonders. As he dies to hear somebody comforts that everything remains what it was. And, all that was to be.
Was it worthy of everything? And, whether it was right. If not, why? If it was, then how?
And, then the cobwebs of the yesteryears float him in thin air of grief. The tears give way to frozen ice. And, memories turning into dark store-rooms no one dare to re-enter. And, there he stands. Merely a shadow with a soul that he never knew was his. And, how he then wished that there never was a beginning. Everything is a lie. Blaming others makes one weak. Hence, he takes it all.
People don’t understand. Some never will.
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