The Mythical Mornings

Life

He stood blank,as he saw,shadowy faces cover moon,in the night. He could only sigh.

As he opened his embrace for them,he felt no pain,no bitterness. Then he knew,they were just flowers. Not yet blooming. He felt his gut wrenching in pain. His hand burning the whole night. He dreamt about the future,the hopelessness they felt again. With a sad smile.

They never asked him,why. All they did was smile. As if it was an opportunity. To be freed from the cruel world. But at times it was not just time. They had not completed their fate. So,again they go back.

He knew they would go back,with the vegenance to haunt the ones who were responsible for this. Actually they won't find the ones who planned it. But they would keep the hatred in heart. This was the world.

Today too he smiled looking at the bunch of hair that fell from his head. Sometimes it made him worried,if it goes on,he might go bald. Then he laughed.

The last world,the last piece of puzzle. He wished to see. If there was actually someone,who was willing. To walk forward with him. That he can survive in a world,just like that.

Keeping his promises, forgotten in time,he stood. At doorsteps. Just to tell,he had come. But long gone was the shadow of them whom he had promised.

Long forgotten was words. Or it was a trial. In countless ways. Everyway. It just spoke about something. But who could understand?

He knew very well,he would forget everything after this. The lover in him,would die after this. He knew it,the moment it started. The feelings,the emotions,the truth,the lies,the dark,the light, everything was nothing to him. But he accepted it. Lived through it. Because he is life,life is him.