AN INNER VOICE

How long can we ignore a voice which we hear for the whole day? How far can we endure the schizophrenia caused by the voice which grabs our attention in ever increasing decibels? Why is it that our heart always inclines to something which we try to forget? Why does it yearn so much that it corrodes the foundation of my present thoughts and happiness? Why am I constantly reminded of who I am? I feel like-


"My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred,
And I myself see not the bottom of it."  (Shakespeare)

Why is it that human beings always carry the ashes of their dreams even when they have diamonds to look for? Why can’t we simply forget things like animals do?

And now, are you thinking as to why do the person who has written this has developed an unbeatable affection for interrogative sentences?

Yes, I am developing it… Because this is the only way to let go my feelings in a safe mode. And I will find the answers myself.

Wandering against the wind,

Pondering like the unidirectional flame,

My mind does sculptures the hours;

The metamorphosis and the history,

does battle with each other.

The outcome unknown,

but sure to end in the death

of

the butterfly

or

the thoughts.