A Page From My Diary
Dear Universe,
Today I talk to you as you are
Today I talk to you for who you are
I talk to you about the things you have witnessed
All that happens under your skies and above your soil
I talk to you about your ability to tarnish a palace of gold and silver
Into specks of mere dust in matter of seconds
Today I complain and I thank simultaneously
I want to know
I want to know how you wreck a havoc on a soul in a way so subtle
Somewhere, somehow, a person withers away and it goes unnoticed
No questions asked
No crowd to honour the battalion
Everything vanishes into thin air and peope go about their business
As if nothing ever changed since the beginning of time
How do you make me torture myself?
How did you let me go so far in the search of purpose of life,
That i forgot all the reasons to live
When did my own life became a background scene of someone else's movie
Why do all the voices talking to me sound like a babbke of a distant crowd
How did all that I ever knew became just a vague memory
And I see how you make your works look like a cosmic role of dice
Your events, the product of spontaniaty
When you and I both know that its not
Nothing that you do is a conincidence
Everything is a part of a bigger plan of yours
The plan to which you intend to keep us oblivious
The plan in which we are playing puppets on your strings
And all I want
All I want from you is to merge my past ,present and future into one
And burry it away
Somewhere far away so that noone ever finds it
All I want is to STOP.
Stop what? I dont know
But today I thank you too
I thank you for pulling back my reigns
I thank you for putting shackles in my feet to remind me of who I am
I thank you for making me a creature so sensitive
Sensitive to the touch of fire and a gust of wind
To the light that kisses me in the morning
And to the darkness that enfold me at night
It indeed is a blessing and a curse
But above all the rants and gratitude, I honor you for pulling me back to my reality, my only truth
Thankyou, for all you did was necessary, rather vital to my existance
Thankyou for breathing life into me like a fire breathing dragon
Even though it burns and scalds my soul, I atleast know that I am alive now!
Copyright © Fakeha Naeem | Year Posted 2017
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