Hea(u)rt ~~!!

Even though knowing

until and unless I write

I won’t be free

What is that,

That is stopping me from writing

Maybe the fear,

fear that 

I will be open

open like a wound

which will not be healed

but open and wounded more

coz,

There are a lot

Who give (more) wounds

even after all that exists

even after all I do

even after my existence in the purest of forms

There are a lot

ready to snitch on me

hurt me 

and make me half-dead 

with their words

and their being

and act innocent

and say,

You are the culprit

because you exist.

Somewhere inside

even after I die a little

I say,

All izz well

and again with that smile

I move on

even though taking 

the burden of all that exists

and ask myself

how long?

How long can I take this?

and 

How long should I take this?

Maybe shutting down is the best for me

and I shut down

I complain to myself

and shut down

coz that is the best I can do

coz that is what

that helps 

Even after all that happens!

Metta!