The silent whisper
of the day haunted my nightly moments with eerie thoughts. Never have I thought
to exist in this world in this way – neither have they. Was it their choice to
bear me to be in this world? I don’t think they did. I was but a fruit of their
love. Yet that love has seemed to have vanished – or it is I that has become
blinded. On how or why I could not have known, years have passed and still
there was something that bothers me about my very existence. I am not sure
whether it is the how or the why but somehow they connect.
The whispers faded
and so did the thoughts. My world will be at peace if they only smiled a little
more, glanced with a proud look more often, and a soft pat on the back wouldn’t
hurt. Somehow these writings are just here for some reason; you might or might
not clearly see, but yes- the answer is just somewhere out there. On why I write
is simple enough, words can’t explain all but they are all I have. The spaces
in which these very statements linger on don’t mind. Memories don’t change –
People do.
