The unexpected

Has the struggle got over? Has the pain of departing subsided? Why my hands couldn’t even touch her soul? Has the colour of love turned pale in the scorching heat of loneliness and hatred? I still find a soul walking on the streets of loneliness waiting for you to hold its hand. I know nothing.

Today I feel worst than a beggar. Today I feel forsaken by the sole object I depended on to escort me to my transience, my words. And as I speak to you I feel a pain with every single word I utter. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one to craft them the way I wished? I treated them as a weapon to protect myself, as a sheet of affection to cover my loved ones, as a draft to convey my opinions and as prayers to offer to the almighty. Then why they abandoned me when I needed them the most, when I tried to pour out my feelings for you. I wonder if they even brought a smile on your face.

Today I would build no bridges of praise to reach you neither would I spit a venom, which I would rather swallow myself. Today I stand naked, stripped of my only ability, in front of you. The shame will soon bring the last of my breath but the pain of losing you won’t let me survive till then.

My efforts won’t give up and the pain won’t subside but a there would be a scar left to blemish my face.