A different story of
a man, who never thought he would be left alone in the threshold standing rite
next to solitude. He would love the world around him. He was full of fun and
humor, a Sagittarian by the stars, the stars were in fact always shining on
him. The world was a playground for him where he would play the games of
laughter with his wits and spontaneity. Immature would be the tag he sometimes
get from people but he never answered those comments. His carefree attitude
never brought him problems until he realized the real pain he got out of his
perception about his attitude.
He was running in
his life constantly. Run and run and he felt like he's done with his duty. This
is how the world wants to see him. He gave it all his best as he could. He
would tell everyone that he lives the way the world wants to see him. Believing
in life like the way it comes, take it the way it comes. Very few people knew
that he's an amazing actor and he's acting for the world. Funny though, he was
sad inside. The isolation was killing him. He never would admit it everywhere.
Yet, he was never a joker to the world. He loved good companies as well.
But the world is
selfish, by default everyone is. The world was always cruel on him. I guess
where there is love, there are expectations. He loved his world, the
people in the world and his life in that cruel world. The problem he had
however were never understood. He was perceived as an absolute happy-maker. The
sad stories were inside burning and never came out. He would want to but he got
no ears to hear them. He had a heart too. Expectations were turning out to be a
confidence killer. The trust was broken a lot of times. The heart was hammered.
He could feel that
he’s unwanted in this world. The love looked surreal. Surprises never surprised
him for he knew they were just a mild distraction of his real perception about
the world. The world always knew how he felt yet it ignored the fact and gave a
“I don’t care” thing to him. Isolated and confined to the misery the world gave
him, he gave up his dreams and started living like a saint in isolation. He
would rather talk to the stars shining in the sky. At least the stars always
shined on him and the brightness was real and something he could trust upon.
The window of his dark room was the medium of looking at the world. Shattered
by the realities of the surreal world, he decided to choose emptiness.
-Dedicated to a person I know by heart.
