From
the pen-APN
You
hammered my heart with a blunt useless lie and then you laughed at me. You
cruelly laughed at my excruciating pains with your enormous ego of being
physically beautiful. But you failed to realize that you could bring pain to me
only because my heart was made wonderfully soft for you in deep feelings of
love. As a result, I did not have plan
‘B’ to safeguard myself from your venomous attacks. I remained unarmed in your
love. So I was easily devastated and I was made to lose my mental balance by
your cruel jokes. I soaked my cheeks in my own tears and stepped out of my
closet, embracing the cold winter night with lonely footsteps. In my lonesome
marching on the pavements of the city’s wide street, as a forlorn man, I
realized what I am.
Yes,
I am a heart-broken man but I am still alive. Although I am immersed in the
saddest songs of a painfully palpitating heart, I dream of a life of
Enlightenment and of Lord Buddha’s serenity. Although my heart is stabbed by my
dearest person, I do not submit myself to death. The wound given by her is deep
and fatal but I do not die. Just my inside gets cleansed by the flow of the
spurting blood from the wound. And I find that I am not dead and I am still
capable of dreaming of a new morning with grasshoppers jumping merrily in the
sunshine of a golden sun in the cloudless sky. My joy knows no bound when some
butterflies are hovering around me and at the same time, I am meditating on the shortness of this human life and the
littleness of my passing sufferings…The movements of
coloured wings of those hovering
butterflies hint at something sacred and in the fluttering-music of their wings
I listen to an eternal voice which speaks assuringly, “I am not dead in spite
of my beloved’s deadly blows.”
Embrace life
with a sunny smile!
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