I am trying to find the reason of this stillness.
I am looking for the meaning of nothingness.
Do you understand what I mean, have you ever felt the same?
The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
Sigh. Those are the questions that haunt late at nights.
ReplyDeleteYes. All the time. I am reminded of The Matrix. Purpose of life.
ReplyDeleteEveryone gets this question atleast once...
ReplyDeletewhen there is a part of you that is vacant...
ReplyDeletefor someone
for something
totally empathise
:) There is a limit to the audible decibels. Sometimes too many thoughts do cramp you. Sometimes it is wisdom. Sometimes it is something big and unexpected that would sweep you off your feet and leave you to silence. But when you have questions and all you get is silence….. That is the worst war.
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