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 the time he realised
what he wanted to do with his life. Yet again he has been shown the power of a
society which can only pass judgement and make living miserable for those who
follow their hearts. A society which watches movies and shed tears but learns
nothing, the best example is 3 idiots, a blockbuster but did the parents learn
anything? No! We saw Rang De Basanti, did the youngsters learn anything? No!
Society lives in the past and that’s y we don’t move ahead. No government can
ever do anything until the societies look forward. ‘He’ is one of the victims. There
are hundred thousands of him in our society, some quietly take it all or some
run! Even the escape is a curse to his family, the lifelong curse to listen to
the opinion and fake sympathy.
The love of blood or the love for happiness, what to choose?
Yell, shed tears, kill yourself, in the end the loser is again him! A life
which promised happiness is now a dream which will never happen. For him the
shackles are back again, giving him the sinister laugh, taunting him with
utmost content. There is no end to the misery, it just keeps piling unless he accepts
the society’s rules and plays by it. Yet again he asks himself, what’s more important?
An answer he will never have. An answer
he wished was simple. An answer which didn't have so many people he cared
about. He wants to run, but he can’t, he wants an answer, he will never have,
he wants a life he will never have! He loses hope, he loses love and then is
just a machine programmed by the society.
He was walking down his path in the midst of people he didn't care about. Life was kind and he was all on his own. The things beautifully took a turn when he met her in the path. Off course he was late for no fault of his. But then she were already there, he looked in her eyes and without saying a word he held her hand. he felt his heart beat get a new life, a feeling that everyone craves the feeling of completeness the feeling of love. The days seems shorter and the distance feels terribly longer. Future is uncertain but she and he were good to go. For the love and bond, its impossible for him to let it go, for things which cannot be changed. The world is a bitch and all it knows is to blabber. The fate is the enemy of destiny who tries to make the ride bumpy. Yet he stands with arms stretched wide open to hold her for the bumpy ride and look into her eyes when its all over and there can be peace.
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