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Walk Behind my fear….!

Posted: Nov 20, 2008 Thu 02:59 am     Views: 483    Interacts: 0


Sky gets darken while air gets gloomy; I am falling into the ravine. Its dark like black hole, I wish I could escape and hide where no fear could pinch me like hell.
Darkness and its effects remain in the life till one never tries himself to vanish the miseries he ever had. Miseries that are indigestible and pissed day and night but don’t let the one free to breath fresh.
I am isolated and aloof; darkness is following me and casting shadows. The jungle with huge trees and giant mountains providing the space to get lost in the sound silence where noise will itself make a way to gather your fears and make you desperate to nonsense bear the irritating slaps of the past.
Forest is smoothly better to hide instead of human crowd which always push me in the depressive thoughts with wet eyes and burden on mind; Pinching remarks and back side notes always remind me the ugly abilities and features I possess, are not the part of my mistake but my birth gave me as a gift.
I would never be confident and survive boldly in the society, walk on the floor to present my personality confidently. Nevertheless my fear covered my shadow but it screamingly speaks out its presence in the crowd even in the solitude.
Speak out and do not hinder it inside you, a psychiatrist’s advice.
A girl in thirties even shivering with the fear; I cant I really just can’t, covered her face with both hands.
I want to live; I just don’t want to spend my life but want to live.
Let her live; please, it’s a request, a humble request.


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