SCINTILLA: I swiped away the heaviness that was ho

SCINTILLA: I swiped away the heaviness that was holding me down. When I had nothing to hold in my palms, I felt free like the wings that are cut off still survives. The emptiness was filled with endless time and the clock ticked the seconds of Silence in love. For a moment, I was a droplet of fear drenched in the rain and the next moment, I was a reverie swimming in the fire. The faults that used to disappear anonymously started coming back, like a lost ship to the lighthouse. Letting go of myself wasn't an option but by choice to limitlessly explore my-self. We always return home, not as the same mistakes we've left behind, but sometimes with bizarre solutions. The blood raging in the veins never knew how to just settle in the core of the despair. Yet, I swallowed another shot of life to keep myself alive in the human race. More than yesterday, a little than tomorrow I broke through and built back as a kid's play. As space defy the rules of gravity I'm a tiny galaxy in my oblivion. I sit alone by the seashore, the tides hindered by the crowd ebbs back into the ocean, lamenting about the sinners in the city. I grabbed a seat in the train which had no wheels rather with a levitated propellers of fantasy. I should have missed the last verse quoted on the board of the station saying "No hue in a flower, neither it has fragrance nor it withers. You've to choose in now, whether to reach the destination or keep on traveling without terminus." I knew where my heart belongs, but I concealed a secret world of jiffy in it and threw it out of the window. If it is mine surely it will beat from anywhere like it is meant to be someone else's. It seems adventurous to step into someone's shoes but it is truly challenging to step out of your own. Cuddling the sword I met a man without mouth and eyes. His soul was singing along with his tears, I wiped away his pains and gave some poetry to read. I realized how stupid I was and gifted him a chamber of my heart and walked away like a stranger forever. Our story had no beginning but ended after he stabbed my chest with his pen searching for happiness in me. Maybe, he'd have found what he's wished for. I never turned back to glimpse his happy face since his soul commenced starving for mine. We still meet like the broken promises that mend as the light, in a place where we both can never exist but live. ©Hasnath Mubeena AsrafSoudha #scintilla #Poetry #Life #Love #Live #hasnath #poem

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