The agonizing constricting pain reminded him of the uncertainty of future. If he gets to it, he will modify it to his taste but there was always a good chance of never making it there. The smile that he carried wasn't indicative of his sober outlook on life. It was a keloid. It was not something he had a choice over just like the continued pain. He was so much stronger and bigger than the pain but people around him and their naive incessant attempts that revolved around carved ideas based on speculations about the one he had lost would throw him off balance. The balance in which he had managed to pull him self together, tied with ropes of fate.
The disclosure of nooks of a blazing individual concealed within the eye that sights demands insight and must face disruption in thought process if it is revolving around carved ideas; it destroys the essence of discovery of something too alive, malignant. There is no simplification. There is no refuge from the invasive blaze of a person except when its impact is undiscovered or somehow limited with a definition. In elsewise conditions the impact of a life or the absence of it upon another is lethal in so many ways.
The running amok of neoplastic cells that attain immortality, the volatility of such an invincible paraphernalia is the paradox of life as it ends first in killing and later only in suicide. When she died, he had stood still. Her fading warmth, her anxious eyes, his world in her long lost smile was lost with it. Death knocked on their door even before they had the chance to discuss it, mutilating and crushing them.
When the existence of someone becomes so blazing, it burns itself and others. The blaze of an individual's existence exemplifies what it stands for and the absence of it burns deeper.
Adawatain theen, taghaful tha, ranjishain theen magar
Bicharhnay walay mein sab kuch tha, be-wafaee na thi
The disclosure of nooks of a blazing individual concealed within the eye that sights demands insight and must face disruption in thought process if it is revolving around carved ideas; it destroys the essence of discovery of something too alive, malignant. There is no simplification. There is no refuge from the invasive blaze of a person except when its impact is undiscovered or somehow limited with a definition. In elsewise conditions the impact of a life or the absence of it upon another is lethal in so many ways.
The running amok of neoplastic cells that attain immortality, the volatility of such an invincible paraphernalia is the paradox of life as it ends first in killing and later only in suicide. When she died, he had stood still. Her fading warmth, her anxious eyes, his world in her long lost smile was lost with it. Death knocked on their door even before they had the chance to discuss it, mutilating and crushing them.
When the existence of someone becomes so blazing, it burns itself and others. The blaze of an individual's existence exemplifies what it stands for and the absence of it burns deeper.
Adawatain theen, taghaful tha, ranjishain theen magar
Bicharhnay walay mein sab kuch tha, be-wafaee na thi
Agreed. But that also depends on the 'kind' of critters left behind.
ReplyDeleteThe kind would be charred, not much you can do with ashes.
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