Monday 23 May 2016

Bouleversement

Subdued, leftout, hidden, given up on, hushed up, there is that one thing that still resides in your subconscious mind. Something that had been ignored like since ages now, yet that something which haunts you, EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.
You have tried being polite to this obnoxious thing, tried being cruel to it. Tried hushing it's loud screams,  tried breaking down to it. Whatever you tried , you ultimately left it broken from within, haggered, unrecognized, lifeless, yet, it proved you that it was strong enough to keep standing. It stood there, fading in your brightest hours and haunting in your darkest. Haven't you felt that prick down those dimples of your back lately? Trying hard to recall how fresh it still is? I have.

I give you the one that had always demanded recognition but all you gave was hardship, for you knew recognition could cost a life, if not, atleast emotions, and you could never trade that for anything. I give you the one that had never given up on you when you did. The one who cuddles up in pain and agony knowing it can never mean anything to you , somewhere at the back of your mind mostly in your unprepared hours. I give you.. your broken dreams.