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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 06/28/2021
A strong feeling of pleasure deriving in anticipation of burial- yes its burial of 'Real aching Me'
Drained in digging grave so deep that no soul in ages could reach emotions that had always treasured others but remained demon for me..... Emotions that had always been played on but never understood.... Emotions that ached the heart so intense when suppressed, emotions that had worn me out in continued escape from vulnerabilities. Engrossed in these thoughts, merciless memories rolled down few tears that glistened the digging grave.
What I exhumed was a MIRROR. A mirror that reflected every bit of me that even I was unable to find. The feeling of recognition glorified my soul. Revelation of traces of hopes encouraged me to track, recollect and put shattered pieces to their places so they can be in form again. I kept on pointing, scrolling and moving bits to their places like one tries to complete a puzzle. Suddenly crack appeared in my reflection....... No no no that is not in my reflection, that is in the mirror. Heat of emotions that were gradually taking form, cracked the mirror. Continued scrolling in an effort of recollection blurred its surface.
I moved away, crack is still there but now it doesn't get blurred.
Burial(Faseeha shafqat)
A strong feeling of pleasure deriving in anticipation of burial- yes its burial of 'Real aching Me'
Drained in digging grave so deep that no soul in ages could reach emotions that had always treasured others but remained demon for me..... Emotions that had always been played on but never understood.... Emotions that ached the heart so intense when suppressed, emotions that had worn me out in continued escape from vulnerabilities. Engrossed in these thoughts, merciless memories rolled down few tears that glistened the digging grave.
What I exhumed was a MIRROR. A mirror that reflected every bit of me that even I was unable to find. The feeling of recognition glorified my soul. Revelation of traces of hopes encouraged me to track, recollect and put shattered pieces to their places so they can be in form again. I kept on pointing, scrolling and moving bits to their places like one tries to complete a puzzle. Suddenly crack appeared in my reflection....... No no no that is not in my reflection, that is in the mirror. Heat of emotions that were gradually taking form, cracked the mirror. Continued scrolling in an effort of recollection blurred its surface.
I moved away, crack is still there but now it doesn't get blurred.
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