On some days, the sun burns like a beast. As a matter of fact, today, it is glowing so brightly that it’s hurting the darkness inside me.
Every now and then, a thought crosses my mind that maybe, just maybe, everything around me is a conspiracy. These mornings are conniving a scheme to roar with such dazzling luminance that this radiance will set my eyes ablaze and impair me from watching another morning.
Let me try to explain myself here. There are times, you know, when you suffer through a new kind of hurt — the one you don’t know how to deal with. Oblivious to its treatment, you administer drugs and address all befitting remedies. Your injuries mend but you sustain scars from the deep cuts.
You think you are winning against the trauma but do you actually ever heal?
The worst part is- its after-effects flaunt between such heights and depths that you cannot even begin with it end at fathoming. In place of beaming over the spring blossoms, you conclude that it’s going to wither. Instead of nursing the torn flesh and bones, you wait for the pain to start.
You watch yourself bleed red, hoping desperately for the time when you’ll bleed tears.
You are too impatient, but understand that healing comes with time and no amount of worldly riches can reverse your misfortune. Therefore, you sit back, wait, and sing while scaling your watch to eternity.
“My injuries will heal, but will my heart ever cry?
Sun will scorch each day, but will my darkness ever die?”
You can read the part 1 here