There are no lies
On those tougher days when you are unwillingly stuck at a certain place, a small lane filled with unknown faces, by a monotonous aura, or a one-room apartment, how do you let it go? What makes you not shout and how do you cope with the inner chaos of wanting to break free? There are no lies.
He murmurs to himself, stares at wall blankly & thinks of hope, his only tonic. He daydreams of everything he wanted to become, he wanted to feel and that which he wanted to explore. Time passes and only a meagre part is accomplished. Ambitions suffer. There are no lies.
How do you say your name when it means nothing and express nothing. It is just one in a million. How does age matter, when you are aging early and feel pain in your legs even though you haven't walked enough. Oh, these thoughts... They weigh heavy. He feels burdened & chained. There are no lies.
You see those imaginary keys? Unlock these doors and open the cage. Let him fly. But, he will return. He will return after making a full attempt. He promises that he will come back. Not soon, he will stand before his older image and he will empathize with himself. When he is gone, he will be learning to love himself. He will learn to let go of guilt, of path taken differently and appreciate himself for standing strong. For a while, he will mourn his unmet dreams. There are no lies.
Is there a way of the human touch, of forgetting hunger, of bypassing envy, of revisiting the past? Is there a way to straighten up with the life's reality, of patching up with the inner soul? What is your hope? How are you? What kind of procrastination do you do? How often do you lie to yourself? Tell me your thoughts. This moment, this is not permanent... There are no lies.
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