A new morning,a new beginning of a day with new wishes to come true. But look at me, here I am lying with a cold face in a bench covered with shattered leaves all over.
I am lying there with radiant desires and also with a heavy heart.
Yes it seems that radiant and heavy are contradictory to hear.
I am alive which is proved with my inhalation and exhalation but dead from the world within. My heart has been constantly screaming to give life into that wounded soul. But how can I assure you that I myself is the killer and now I am the victim thriving in pain and agony.
But the secrecy I kept for years is full of excruciating pain and horror. Maybe you will never comprehend my words.I killed my key to happiness,the abode I once worshipped.
But the slowly approaching contrary face of happiness made me quiver day by day and thus I become the killer of my own solace. I took the help of my secret muse to build myself with a new life of dazzling stars.
But look at me ,I am still lying in a bench with a cold face and a gloomy smile yet yearning for a new beginning.
© Priyam