From the old Register that I found today…

That day I was crying
Crying for what I have done to myself
It has always been tough to shoot out big lies
This time I lied cause I was losing my Life.

This boy, then a stranger
Held the tear
And said I don’t deserve this
For me, he is all ears

A stranger judges less and cares more
Who knew this strange concept of strangers
Although for a short moment
Will make us one

That day, I told him everything
All my fears and all my dreams
That what I have made of myself
In my illness.

Above all I have lost my Spirit
I told him of my unrealistic dreams
Of trying to be away from my Screams
I told him everything.

I have told this to nobody
Not even me
And at last he said
Ahhh…. That’s Nothing.

He caught hold of my head
And said I have seen nothing
As beautiful as this
Wobbly head placed above my skeleton.

He says that my eyes still have light
Light of the unfulfilled dream
My slow breath
Is stronger than my loud screams.

That day, I asked him
If I could dance with him
Cause I wanted to do that so badly
Flight landed, we had our food and the close Dance.

And for that short time
I was away from me
Into somebody
Wola, the guy next to me said Wake Up-The flight has landed, indeed.

Article:- Vaishali Khulbe