Silent Crisis

What is even real?

This world is too large for my own good. I am a traveler, an ant in this world, and an atom in this universe.

I claim to be alone yet surrounded by uncountable souls…

Many die, many are are born — yet none find solace…

I am a traveler,looking for serenity in this world’s web of sadness, agony,, and despair…

I do not aim to settle, as my life is a ruckus…

Am I the ruckus ? Or is it the people around me ? Maybe it is just my life, which it is…

I am to be blamed for everything or the blame is to be set ablaze on my karma..

I do not intend to live for I, who never seemed to find peace in this life..

I live while I am dying — the death happening to me isn’t organic; it isn’t physical but cosmic

My soul is disappearing…

I am no longer who I am…

I smile, yet the atoms of happenings are nowhere be found — what is the phenomenon called?

I do intend to see well for others, yet still I am always the worst, even if some might call me the ‘sweetest soul.’

Oh, how they are oblivious of how much worse I am, the enemies of enemies.

I wear a crown of snakes, yet they see it as gold.

I am a witch of every hour, pathetic soul, pathetic life.

I am not seeking peace.

I am not seeking for….

sniffs

tears

deep breathes

sucking in air

lies

excuses

chaos

blaming

hatred

more crying

I suck in my breath, ‘Oh you sucker, cannot handle this!’, voice booms at me with laughter…then I fall with a thud…

(This is something I wrote when tears were threatening to pool down, I do not claim to be the best writer, I never was and never will be. I, who seeks for silences, the tranquility while the tornado is shredding apart everything in me. Also the above image has been taken from Pinterest, the credits goes to its right owner!)