_____ She's Life _____
‘Would you hold my hand and escort me? '
He was asking as if he didn't know the answer.
‘Would you hold my hands, would you? '
And it was still silence.....
How could she? She couldn't, and she won't. Holding his hands while he's in such a misery, she wouldn't dare. So what? Let him sleep, his eternal sleep? Let him vanish from the face of this planet just like millions of others? Only this time, he's a little close to her and much closer to eternity than her.
She saw a glimmer of hope fading , fading just like the light of the sun fades when it's about to go down. His hope, his only friend that had been with him regardless of his endurance, his misdemeanors, his fortitude and struggle for survival, his friend, as she sees from a distant land, is about to say farewell, farewell to his master, to his host, to his friend.
Alas, he's all alone now. He looks in the smothering light, suffocating breath and beneath his deep hollow, tarnished eyes, he's all alone.
Is this his destiny? Was this ever destined to be his end? He looks in the past but, to no avail. How come he's in this catastrophic, appalling emotional imbalance? He seeks answers from his long forgotten past, but, he's left with no clues, no signs, no hints, and neither any trace of it.
He had been in this situation since hours now. Unable to move, breath, sleep, say, eat, drink or even think. Yes, the most private property of any human, weather living, or dying, is his thoughts. But, he cannot even control his thoughts now.
Drugs gave him life. And mischievous efforts were on his side....as always, he had dodged his fathoms, he has deviated his end....only to fall in this pit of anxiety. In this gloom, sadness of nature's terrible fixture called as human nature.
He asks again....
‘Would you hold my hands, would you, can you... can you please?'
But time goes on and his wish never comes true. His wish......
A dying man's wish.....a man with no limbs, no joints, a disorganized figure, rambled man. He's under a ton of concrete, crushed like an insect, yes, he thought, an insect… an insect would be the most prodigious abbreviation explaining his mortal trenched self. Yes....he's by all doubts of human phenomenon ... an insect.
She's still standing by his side. She's crying now. Her tears are not new to her, but, her tears are not meant to be shown. She has wept in shadows of conclusions, the treacherous barren landslides of human desires. She has cried, Oh yes she has. She has wept and screamed like she had suffered the same. Only, she is never at the receiving end. Never ever.
Slowly she approaches that incoherent body, and puts her hand on, what was supposed to be his shoulder. The man, although with no conscious, tries to smile, and this makes her stutter. That man...how could he? How could he!!!......and she waits.
And after a while, which looked like a thousand light years for the man, bearing this unbearable pain, the sting in his soul; he looks in those eyes, those shiny, watching, sad eyes. She smiled in return, as there was nothing much she could have done besides that single gesture of charity, and in one instance there was light everywhere. Light, that never ending hope has returned in his eyes, in his lifeless eyes and he goes away ... goes from the woes of his self ... forever.
Who knew death would be such an unconfined resort...
Who knew death would be such a freedom...such a luxury…such an invitation.
Grief has taken over her smile, and rivers of tears begin to flow. She knows, sometimes even she’s helpless. She still weeps over those, who she knew want her the most but she cannot. She's not allowed, not now, not this time...so she waits....and cries.
And she's not any one else....she's not a stranger to us....friends....
She's life.
She's Life... unable to hold his hand.
She's Life...unable to give him what he wanted; she thought it was best for him.
She's life.
And she still weeps...she still cries...she still mourns.
She's life…she's life...she's …
He was asking as if he didn't know the answer.
‘Would you hold my hands, would you? '
And it was still silence.....
How could she? She couldn't, and she won't. Holding his hands while he's in such a misery, she wouldn't dare. So what? Let him sleep, his eternal sleep? Let him vanish from the face of this planet just like millions of others? Only this time, he's a little close to her and much closer to eternity than her.
She saw a glimmer of hope fading , fading just like the light of the sun fades when it's about to go down. His hope, his only friend that had been with him regardless of his endurance, his misdemeanors, his fortitude and struggle for survival, his friend, as she sees from a distant land, is about to say farewell, farewell to his master, to his host, to his friend.
Alas, he's all alone now. He looks in the smothering light, suffocating breath and beneath his deep hollow, tarnished eyes, he's all alone.
Is this his destiny? Was this ever destined to be his end? He looks in the past but, to no avail. How come he's in this catastrophic, appalling emotional imbalance? He seeks answers from his long forgotten past, but, he's left with no clues, no signs, no hints, and neither any trace of it.
He had been in this situation since hours now. Unable to move, breath, sleep, say, eat, drink or even think. Yes, the most private property of any human, weather living, or dying, is his thoughts. But, he cannot even control his thoughts now.
Drugs gave him life. And mischievous efforts were on his side....as always, he had dodged his fathoms, he has deviated his end....only to fall in this pit of anxiety. In this gloom, sadness of nature's terrible fixture called as human nature.
He asks again....
‘Would you hold my hands, would you, can you... can you please?'
But time goes on and his wish never comes true. His wish......
A dying man's wish.....a man with no limbs, no joints, a disorganized figure, rambled man. He's under a ton of concrete, crushed like an insect, yes, he thought, an insect… an insect would be the most prodigious abbreviation explaining his mortal trenched self. Yes....he's by all doubts of human phenomenon ... an insect.
She's still standing by his side. She's crying now. Her tears are not new to her, but, her tears are not meant to be shown. She has wept in shadows of conclusions, the treacherous barren landslides of human desires. She has cried, Oh yes she has. She has wept and screamed like she had suffered the same. Only, she is never at the receiving end. Never ever.
Slowly she approaches that incoherent body, and puts her hand on, what was supposed to be his shoulder. The man, although with no conscious, tries to smile, and this makes her stutter. That man...how could he? How could he!!!......and she waits.
And after a while, which looked like a thousand light years for the man, bearing this unbearable pain, the sting in his soul; he looks in those eyes, those shiny, watching, sad eyes. She smiled in return, as there was nothing much she could have done besides that single gesture of charity, and in one instance there was light everywhere. Light, that never ending hope has returned in his eyes, in his lifeless eyes and he goes away ... goes from the woes of his self ... forever.
Who knew death would be such an unconfined resort...
Who knew death would be such a freedom...such a luxury…such an invitation.
Grief has taken over her smile, and rivers of tears begin to flow. She knows, sometimes even she’s helpless. She still weeps over those, who she knew want her the most but she cannot. She's not allowed, not now, not this time...so she waits....and cries.
And she's not any one else....she's not a stranger to us....friends....
She's life.
She's Life... unable to hold his hand.
She's Life...unable to give him what he wanted; she thought it was best for him.
She's life.
And she still weeps...she still cries...she still mourns.
She's life…she's life...she's …
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