Black.
Dark.
Blank.
My mind is completely blank. My
thoughts are disrupted, deceptive and totally disabled at the moment. The pen held
against the paper knows not what words are to be inked. Wild thoughts and scary
images just pass through like a presentation slide on the most horrifying
topic.
It is the second time I saw death
so close and so clear. Heart stopped beating, blood froze, mind dulled and
flesh went stark cold. Never would I wish to see the scenario repeat. Where in
the puddles has life landed me into? There I was holding my baby in my arms
shouting for help! But no one rushed to our rescue. He was dying and no one had
mercy on us. The injury too grave to give away the details. I faced death, we faced
death.
The day after we got him admitted
in the hospital they did not come to help us out, they rather stood far away
gossiping over the situation we faced and mocking at us. The concern in their
voice so shrill and selfish it merely resonated the pits in which humility lay.
I hated every minute being around such selfish souls and more who were waiting
far away to hound us with their questions. Why, what and how, is all they ask
for. Not a single mind thinks about the situation and the psyche we have at the
moment.
Go away; we need no support and
sympathy from you. You have nothing but a heart that’s cold as a stone. May be
a stone might consider the issue but you’d only bake your cookies on a pyre. But
whilst you question us and mock at us, all the money minting minds, do not forget
death leaves no house and it might come visit you too and probably in the same
form and contour in which she knocked our door!
Beautiful indeed ...!
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