Pills…

“Sometimes you think that you will never be able to overcome the pain you are going through.. That either it will die with you, or take you to the grave with itself… But then one morning you wake up and you don’t feel it anymore.. Is it just the pain that you don’t feel anymore, or you don’t feel anything at all……?”, he kept thinking while looking at the fan slowly revolving in a perfect circle.

“If only I can fall asleep in the first place…”

His heart almost stopped when he heard the phone beeping.. “Is it her?”

“Oh! Just a reminder for bedtime… At least it’s been more persistent than most of the people in my life.. Why do human beings get so deeply involved with people when we already know that eventually, they are all going to abandon us? I thought we’re supposed to be the most intelligent species of all.. Why do we keep getting hurt over and over again..? Waiting for people.. Making friends.. And falling in love…?” he kept staring at the handle of his drawer, shining like gold in the dim light peeping from the window.

“Should I call her? At least I’ll be able to sleep peacefully through the night… But what if she disappears on me again..” Liam sighed and locked the phone screen again as he walked towards the drawer bare feet…

“Why open up your heart to people and get hurt, hoping you might feel better.. When these anti-depressants work all the same, just without the pain…” he squeezed a pill down his throat as a tear rolled down his cheek while a smile widened his lips…….

The Loss of You…

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A starless sky or a lost child,

Oceans of tears or the void of deserts,

Bewildered I find ways to see,

How I grieve,

AT THE LOSS OF YOU!

-Hiraa.

A Ballad…

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SCARBOROUGH FAIR…

Male part:

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.”

Female part:

“Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Between the salt water and the sea sand
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Tell him to sheer’t with a sickle of leather,
And bind it up with a peacock’s feather
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
And never let one corn of it fall
When he has done and finished his work.
Oh, tell him to come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.”

A traditional English Ballad…

-Author: Unknown

Freedom..!

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If I set you free…..

“If I set you free…. into the bright dense fields, into the deserts and the oceans, into the lap of the very nature we were created from, would you find yourself?

Would you dance to the rain trickling down your toes, would you make peace with the dark nights that haunt your soul? Would you find peace singing beautiful poems all by yourself? Would you find joy spreading your wings over the oceans? Would you feel serenity walking the forests on a starry night?

Indeed! It’s wretched, the world that we are in. To escape from the cobwebs of friends and enemies. It’s a constant fight, a fight with many casualties. But the peace we find holding hands after this exhaustion, the solace it brings flying in the clouds together. It’s the very nature of me and you. The sanctuary from all our inner beasts and demons. This safe haven, to be tangled in the threads of another existence, is worth fighting for, it’s worth a lifetime, watching stars brighten the night sky, together….”
-Freedom, by Hiraa!