I don't want them to read my heart, yet I yearn for someone to know my heart...
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How earnestly one yearns to break free the shackles of emotional binding, and ironically, how desperately one craves for the very emotional bonds. Ostensibly they are two little words, but move on, translate into transcending two vast worlds; Worlds apart.
Life is a caravan, look around, there are many more; they keep reiterating. Yes many, then why is it that you get stuck to one or a few? It’s not that you don’t want to walk ahead, its not that you want to stay aloof, its not that you don’t want to laugh again, but then why is it that you just don’t move beyond little smiles, hesitant at times, plastic at others? Why? Why don’t you burst into mirth? Why is it that you are not ready to let anyone fill in that place in your system which once belonged to someone? Why do you fear replacement?
You chid yourself every morning and every night to walk ahead. Then why is it that you slip and slump into the wrong lane, one that’s just of memories. Time is the most whimsical player of the game. And you just can’t match your wit with its. Never. Shed all burden and past is one. There is still light around, still able enough to pep you up, still bright to show you ahead. Why is it that you decline their offer?
And after hauling yourself out of that lane, for the umpteenth number of time this day, as alike others, you just harangue! Move on. Replace. See ahead. They’ve walked their miles. There are others waiting to walk down with you. Yet, why do I still see the old footprints?
