When People Leave ,We Hold and Embrace Vulnerability!

By Abia Gill

What I be writing there are so many insecurities in life, one cannot comprehend the fate of the truth , there are bargains and conversation that allows human nature to enhance their frustration and agony, I’m not able to understand the facts and figures of the past and present situations.  What exactly I want is a place where there are no worries and everyone is doing just fine for the kill. There she was seeing so much trouble and pain and perplexities, there was a veil of hope but it was impossible for me almost to reach there or to touch and wear the veil. I was seeing the situation through prism. I excluded myself from hate and love; I am far away from these emotions, the secrecy of time and lose on its brink to gather the human culture of forgiveness.

We all get hurt by the fears of losing someone, the hope of the un-returned and above all the conditions and circumstances that becomes a failure. I have noticed the supremacy of the guardians as they were by your side all the time and we lost the touch of the bare hands, there was the sensitivity of my case when I needed the truth and peace above all. I don’t consider the chances of life getting exactly better the way I wanted, but still the fate lies in time , let’s not make it slip with the similar circumstances that may impede the whole idea of being noble in one’s criteria. I have seen faith breakaway, I have seen love fade away, I have seen guarantees gone to dust, I have seen people leaving.

There were hollow ferns grown outside my window, I looked at them with the deep sigh and never wanted them to flush out as the memory lane was commanded by my heart. I was going back & forth. There were tons of rational parts that were outside the covers. Nobody knew the details of the fractions of my existence. My heart was motionless as it breaks away the immense part of my senses when there were sounds of innocence crashing at one stage and noise was all I hear. Seemingly, there were so many holding hands I could count on but my portions failed to follow the gesture of menace as they were huge.

I heard him singing the beat of classics where the instruments did the talking, the emotions were intertwined in the wind whirl that blew from Baltic Ocean, above my head I see the things moving towards darkness and I was bind by the myths of the ‘Krakens’; the beast from under.