Restless, we stand
amidst chaotic currents, on fragmented pieces of dreams, drowning in the pool
of negative emotions, and the gripping pain is not ready to leave. We feel cold and numb. Feeling lost, in that
moment of helplessness, sometimes we need a push or a helping hand. We start
walking on a path that we thought was never ours to seek. Penetrating through
the dark clouds, we keep moving. Suddenly it rains. Water seeps in the cuts and
wounds. The invisible scars impressed on the cold stones begin to heal. The journey begins towards unknown. We
find our purpose.
~~payal~~
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I'd hate to start as the person described in your piece. But sometimes life deals us a bitter blow, so I can imagine that happening through no fault of our own. The ending lifts us out of hopelessness.
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Delete" Suddenly it rains. Water seeps in the cuts and wounds. The invisible scars impressed on the cold stones begin to heal. The journey begins towards unknown. We find our purpose."
ReplyDeletethe above lines magical. Lovely. Thankfully you ended in a positive note.
Glad I did. Thank you. :)
DeleteTrue...when we realize our purpose....true journey begins. Very well said...
ReplyDeleteLoved your post
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteJourney Begins .. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it does. :)
DeleteIt is often in the face of pain that we find our purpose. Beautifully written as always, Payal.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot. :)
DeleteA real journey has no destination.
ReplyDeleteLike the economy of phrases.
Thank you dada. Your words are precious. :)
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