What Pain Is...
You dont know what pain is. You dont know how it feels to suddenly wake up in the night, to realise that you are alone, physically and even worse, mentally. You dont know what it is to feel an eternal holllow in your stomach, when some unseen hand reaches in your throat, and disembowels you, speechless.
You dont know, what is it like when there are so many things you had started, wanting to finish with that special someone. And then having them remind you everyday of your loss. Of what is it to start praying, and then recollect that trip you made to the temple, together.
About the force that you exert on yourself, to try and find someone else to moor onto your life. About trying hard to ogle, and acting lecherous. About being loud and pulling up a smile everytime you feel your lips being pulled down. About someone asking you the time, and then having to ask someone else, as you are lost in your own neverland. About thinking harder everytime you try to forget. To not think, is another name of thoughts.
You dont know, how it feels to discover the world, as it always was; and find that everything seems to be an alien space. How is it to walk in the markets, jostling among the crowds, and then being elbowed, because you stopped to look at someone who was weaing similar glasses or had the same hairdo.
You dont know, what pain is, to live a life without wanting to. And the pain that was once pleasure. About closing your eyes to forget her, and then looking in her eyes again. About renunciation of faith that tells you the truth of life, only to find it was all a lie.
You do not know what pain is...
You dont know, what is it like when there are so many things you had started, wanting to finish with that special someone. And then having them remind you everyday of your loss. Of what is it to start praying, and then recollect that trip you made to the temple, together.
About the force that you exert on yourself, to try and find someone else to moor onto your life. About trying hard to ogle, and acting lecherous. About being loud and pulling up a smile everytime you feel your lips being pulled down. About someone asking you the time, and then having to ask someone else, as you are lost in your own neverland. About thinking harder everytime you try to forget. To not think, is another name of thoughts.
You dont know, how it feels to discover the world, as it always was; and find that everything seems to be an alien space. How is it to walk in the markets, jostling among the crowds, and then being elbowed, because you stopped to look at someone who was weaing similar glasses or had the same hairdo.
You dont know, what pain is, to live a life without wanting to. And the pain that was once pleasure. About closing your eyes to forget her, and then looking in her eyes again. About renunciation of faith that tells you the truth of life, only to find it was all a lie.
You do not know what pain is...
posted by AakASH!!! at 10:26 PM
4 Comments:
what arrogance to presuppose that no one but u has felt that sort of pain. that is the ego chattering. the tax one pays for any "pleasure" is "pain" know that and be free.
but ask any man in agony, and he'll tell you that no pain is greater than his, in the hind sight what you say is the truth, but in the present, there is nothing greater than pain itself. No pleasure, no ego.
"About renunciation of faith that tells you the truth of life, only to find it was all a lie." .. amazin'
A very dark and haunting piece, Aakash. I love it.
and i thankyou for your kind words...
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