The Silent Cry
He wants to run to a safe haven, he ran once before as a teenager. Life as a kid seemed terrible to him as the inhibitions were getting deep into his head. Had he gone forever, his life would have either ended or he would have broken all earthly ties. Today both of them sound and feel better. Life is an irony to him than a journey with hope. He lived life on his terms, made his own mistakes, fell in love, laughed and cried when he wanted. But today neither seems to be in his hands. The society has stolen his life away in a second, the dream he built and the life he imagined are all gone. Hope was his armour to fend himself from the society but today the armour is lost in the whirlpool of relations which make no sense to him. The claustrophobia the helplessness is back, the inhibitions are back to haunt him to prove it to him that he was wrong all the way, he has to accept defeat. Live the life of every other human being, make the same sacrifices. He thought he was different from ...