Do we walk or stop? Has the time to decide finally arrived? Or is it just another walk in time? A walk that teaches only one thing – that I am here, and YOU are there.
As I walked I fell down once and twisted my ankle. Nobody bothered to hold me up. So I had to gather everything on my own and I moved on limping all the way. Met an ugly monster, who was crying for love.I talked to the monster and made it believe that love is for all – even monsters. I made the monster laugh. And it cried on my shoulders when it felt lonely. One day, it came across a vicious fox and fell in love with it. Then, the monster shunned me. “You’re no longer needed, you limping fool. Get out of my life!” And this is how I was discarded.I guess true friendships are really rare. I learnt and walked further. I realized it was getting darker. I also lost my goodies in the darkness. Some wild bitchy thugs beat me hard and took away my bare hands. I forgot what it felt like to touch and feel. What I was left with was a torn heart and a ripped soul.Eventually I became bitter. The heart was in endless pain and the soul trusted few. However, I actually thought I became wiser. All that must have made me a little better…at least a bit smarter perhaps.I trusted my instincts and closed my eyes. It led me to the darkest road I had ever seen. Yeah, it led me to hell where I met Smokey Smoke. It warned me the lesser the smoke, the better I’ll be. But having said that Smokey Smoke trapped me badly…so badly that I got addicted to its suffocation. I allowed myself to trust Smoke. But, this very smoke destroyed me completely.I had no hands to feel the danger of smoke. The damaged heart gave up and lit itself alight. The torn soul was left and left for what? To learn that it had to get lost after all. ‘Cause that was YOUR BIG PLAN ultimately. ‘Cause that’s how YOU somehow wanted things to be.Frankly speaking, so what if YOU’RE there, and I’m here? ‘Cause YOU just do your thing. ‘ Cause that’s what YOU always do. But sorry I don’t think it really helped much. Please bother no more.
Zaira Rahman
