Why are you doing this? To not let you hurt again. Thursday night, I got a call from you. Saturday night, I was out with you on my balcony. Apparently, you weren't there. I stood until birds found me unconscious. They tried to help me, to get me to the bed but like a plastered statue, I remained there until they started making a nest, on my chest slightly near to my heart but far away from my eyes to see it. They started digging a hole inside me, I felt painless for a moment but as soon as they left me, to bring the thickets of armoured pillar to keep their house upright, I thought of falling down to the ground. But my blood was all over, flowing veinlessly through the borders of floor. I closed my eyes to feel the pain less, but it was enough to make me shed my pearls, and they travelled through my chest to their home. And I thought, "how can anyone make a home on someone's blood". Then I remembered, how I was born, out of abortion making my mother bleed not for hours but, for lifetime, she never conceived after me. I felt a longing to reach my mother and say, how I am dying for lifetime coz I have been self realising myself, for hours.
