To the Isolation // Munazzah Ali

To the Isolation // Munazzah Ali

The deserted state of my chaotic mind.
Started changing its form,
With the storm of thoughts,
When the huge tornado of thoughts,
And realization hit my nerves.
My bloodshot eyes were same like it,
Dry, deserted yet screaming.
The voice, the screams, collide,
And broke my wall of self-esteem,
Yet again.
They were so powerful that,
My image became so timid in front of it.
A thrilling sense crawled upon me,
And traveled through my head,
To the spine, the eyes, the hands
And then legs.
It made me tremble, a little more than usual
Made me helpless again,
Just like all the other days,
When this uninvited storm enters my life.
My lungs filled with air instantly,
I felt like I might choke myself,
With that waves of river in my throat,
I tried to help myself,
I tried to scream and I did,
I remember, I tried so hard to do that,
But all in vain.
A tear fell down my eye,
And a little gasp.
Someone turned around and looked at me.
And I,
As always,
Ran back,
To my place,
To the isolation

To the Isolation // Munazzah Ali

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