Non-living

Cracked walls give a mini- heartattack .It reminds me of cracked moments.I ,somehow , could not paste them .
Last time when I knocked at the door ,there was a wall.It shouted at me  .I did not care and  became deaf for that moment.
Then,stared continously at the wall.I observed  it keenly.There were patches and holes.They reminded of the scars on my body.I tried to cover those patches with my fingers .But  wind didn't stop.It kept on blowing through those tiny holes.
It reminded of my own mistakes.I cannot ever get through them.But then,there were few holes on the wall.A streak of light travelled through those holes.It reminded of my timid nature.I have never tried  to shake  hands with anonymous.These 40 years of my life was always surrounded by known faces.I was mistaken.I will let the light pass through the patches and holes of my heart.I will live now!

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  1. ah..your perception is commendable. I never could have came up with such an analogy.
    Loved this one.

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