Where does it all end? The pain, the sorrow, the bleak notion of tomorrow...where does it all end?
What causes it all to explode finally, in a rainbow of flesh and gristle, raining down on blind men who can only smell the fear but not see it reflected in those blank eyes? What gives this rabid fear birth in an expulsion of life-breath? What causes it all?
Where does it gain momentum? In the heart, in the scurrying mind or in the jumpy nerve endings behind the knees and eyes that cause the body to spin and fall in nervous anxiety?
Where does it come alive?
5 comments:
ooooh lovely.
Namrata,
I wish I knew the answer: but for the moment all that I can say is that it does strike a poignantly discordant note somewhere - painful, but unobtrusive, slow, all the time waiting to break open.
Good to return here after long... and good to return to such a thoughtful post!
Very nice indeed.
sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the answers, and then maybe not. what makes it all worth it is the pain, the angst, the restlessness. there's hope for you.
Hmmm....
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