Blackhole
Life shatters away and you are left standing there as though that part never belonged to you. You try to catch the bits and pieces to gather and glue them together, but the cracks are going to be always there. The heart bleeds, the mind does irrational things, eyes sting with tears and hands wrap around you trying to protect you from pain. But soon you realize its futile. The only way you can come out of this is if you turn your heart into stone and never feel a thing ever.
posted by Pooja Subramanya at
11:36 PM
6 Comments:
hey,
you are becoming very regular..thats good!
either this is a phase in life or the whole life is gonna be like this. either way does it really matter? does it really matter if you are in pain or if you are happy? I think you sometimes get satisfaction when you are able to bear the pain or when you get out of that phase.
But the important thing here is wether you writing is genuinely due to pain or is this fictional too? For once i hope it is! :-)
@Anonymous: Regularity is the result of irregular and strange events in life. And fiction or non fiction, I am in the mood to write!
Strangeness is a matter of perception and it can be that a higher perceptiveness also increases the strange and irregular events in life. As someone said, the observer too affects the observed.
cheers!
hey pooja how come i dint write the first comment...hmmmm...
watevr it was a befitting reply to the comment 1 ...whoever wrote it...
-anony 1 :)
@Anonymous: I think over sensitivity increases the probablility of strange and irregular events springing up in life...
@Anony1: You seem to be closely following every post. Just a thought ...do I know u?
hey ofcorse u know me...remember in gunnes u asked me whether I had written the first comment to one of ur blogs.also we decided to give the person who wrote the second comment a good one...yeah cc u placed me...
-anony 1:)
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