Wednesday, September 14, 2005

A lonesome battle through time

Your pillow feels warm from your breath. You have been holding on to it so tightly to prevent tears from rolling out. Your hands tensely clasped around the pillow against ur face and your eyes shut tight, you know you cant cry. Life is more difficult than this moment. If you fail now, how cud u face up to whats in store for you?

It is just a matter of a few more breaths. This would be just another moment u wud add to the millions of instances thru which u survived in the past. And you clench ur fists silently controlling how you breathe, slowly inhaling and conciously exhaling... You say to yourself... "Just a lil longer and the feeling will pass. Just a vee little longer." You stare at the clock in a dreamy daze counting imaginary seconds until finally you can feel a sense of mellow overcome you. Your mind feels in control again and you are not choking over your tears anymore.

And you smile to yourself... proclaiming readiness for yet another battle of living life.... alone, away from home.
:: posted by RagsInRags, 4:22 PM

5 Comments:

Yes another battle of living life.
Was thinking of the same thing yesterday nite.
i wanted to cry loud but all i cud do is shed a few tears and wipe them off.
why is it tht we do so many things in life which u dont really want to do .why is it that we let the suffering to just pass when we know it will nott and continue to haunt us in a few weeks ,months or years.
why is tht one has to go thru such situations of battling with ones own life
whyyyyy????????
Anonymous Anonymous, at 15 September, 2005 17:35  
and there comes a day when u dont have tears to shed..... :)
nice one.
Anonymous Anonymous, at 15 September, 2005 21:10  
Whoa anonymous.

Well said "itsme"
Blogger RagsInRags, at 16 September, 2005 09:19  
kab kaha sab kho gayi , jitni bhi thi parchaiyan, uth gayi yaaron ki mehfil, reh gayi tanhayian... kya kiya shayad koyi parda giraya, aapne....
Anonymous Anonymous, at 27 September, 2005 02:29  
Hey,c'mon Life isin't that bad or sad either.
Just enjoy the bliss of solitude, and happiness will find it's way.
In that case, it mightbe just tears of Joy :)
Anonymous Anonymous, at 28 September, 2005 08:33  

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