Its like the tears have forgotten their pathways and returned to their source. There is an unsettled feeling and a trembling force. The noise in my head is getting louder by the minute , like the senses are going numb and everything is a blur. There is a word to describe this feeling , is there? Is it an emotion that has not been given a name? Is it remorse or pain that cannot be explained?
In choice of words I search for a meaning , an expression that has forsaken language. I ll piece it together like beaded pearls that adorns the mannequin of lie.
Is there a purpose to life beyond the body. Life goes on through mothers and fathers and grand mothers and babies that die. What is life beyond birth? What is life before you die? Tell me more , that there is more and it is not all a big fat lie.Not in sickness or in health or thick and thin will any of us find the reason. A reason that you will not find in debt or rotting richness even. I would really be pissed if humanity was just an experiment that some vicious force has designed . I would want to write a writ petition for 'LIFE' violates 'HUMAN RIGHTS' .
I see the withering leaves on my skin and the hues of age are alight. The impervious child in me is long dead and the adult is about to die. What is the purpose of all this joy and all the rotten pain. The ringing laughter that fades away and when the crying has gone dry. An unsettled stillness haunts my moves and shadows the living day. Here I am! ... But where is 'here'? What is 'I' and what is it 'to be'?