“ There is always a moment in our lives when we are destined to fall the way we ever feared of. ”
I pity him who refuses to leave the minatory of his refutable Judgments and still insisting on producing his light to lit our worlds.
~ Annie Ali
I always believed that If I’m not carrying at least a slight poetically painful crack in my heart I’ve been cheated by nature.
The world has its own ways of treating us like what we will never be, but want to be. It relinquishes its grip on our souls while lulling us with the songs of freedom and conquest of beauty. It magnifies every tiny bit of something useless over an unfathomable presence of humanity. And we all waste the whole of our lives standing in queue for gaining its attention to be abdicated as if we never existed in the eyes of our fellow men.
When my heart yearn for silence in a crowd full of cheerful people, thats not the lonliness i seek but want to feel the rustling of my abandoned desires pouring upon the broken hearts. All the noise i want to here now is the symphony of love and of healing.
