PAIN

Sometimes in the drift of time we stand alone.....may be not at deserted and directionless cross roads, may be not in the deserted dark woods, may be not in between the deep oceans. It could be amidst a crowd and noise you still feel alone and silence echoing from the depths of the heart. The anguish in the heart burns every living cell from the gut to the brain until the life evaporates and the sensation dies. At that instant nothing really matters at all. The eyes become indifferent to every shade. The pain no more twines the heart. Everything living is reduced to smoke and the soul stands still even in a whirlpool.