For words I could not comprehend you could say,

They stung so subtly yet numbly and grew stronger as I tried to understand the truth,

The reality that might or might not happened.

For something I could not understand,

Yet so compiled to want to understand,

I was empty, so violently shaken from the serenity of what I thought we could hold on for eternity.

Naive? Maybe so but I’d rather devour into the indulgence of such peace and calmness for as long as I can,

To enjoy moments of bliss so embedded in my mind,

Heart and soul but, ah! as you saw it coming; so ignorantly;

Coming that this bliss too, cannot remain untouched.

It had to be shattered by merely of words and the predicament of distasteful happenings,

Pushed upon by fear and anxiety.

Fear as misunderstood greatly, by many, is your great acquaintance.

For it propels you to see things,

Your imagination wants you to see and believe,for they are predictions of worst things,

Worrisome things, things that are of no control by us.

Fear, makes us strong when we think it makes us weak.

It hides hope when there’s none left for you to see,

But only to feel , when you need it the most.

It gives faith and cautiousness to those,

who do not seek it but knows to acknowledge its presence and treat it wisely like an old friend who needs a favour.

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