Parallel World

Ah! This world! This Eliotic world! All the Dubliners! I went on crying; “Let me breathe….let me breathe, Please…” Definitely neither suffocation is my destiny Neither the driven depression! I was exhausted of waiting. It was soul-hunter! It was going to suck my soul and refuse me. Would the rain betray? Would the rain betray? A smiling giver heard me passing by: “It’s your world man; I am giving you a parallel world. Good luck! But don’t thank me! It’s your anti-depressant.” Ah! The utopia! So long heard but so long unseen! Aren’t you gifting me a smile? Oh! Certainly “a” doesn’t make a sense! Numerous is the magic word! But …but there is something! The smiles are smileless! So then …then… Only tears can make a smile! This utopia is similar in lacking! Do you want to know? It lacks sadness! This divine world is a million dollar deception! The best indeed! Being back to my programmed life, I met the smiling Giver, “Isn’t it your best suited life?” “No!” It was my turn to smile back. “It’s all the same! Whether you erase smile or erase sufferings, I suffer. We suffer. That’s it! But…you know one thing? This knowledge is freedom.” I smiled and smiled.