The Picture of Life
I clearly remember my 6th birthday. Here’s one picture I have. It’s right in front of my eyes.
Not other details but how much fun I had. Life was colourful. The sky looked colourful too because of the many colourful balloons adorning it.
I ran about in glee. My friends following me. Life was kind of duty-free.
Today as I stand on the terrace of this tall building, the cool wind kissing my cheeks, I come to realise that life isn’t what it looked like.
It isn’t colourful like those pretty balloons, you’ve got to pay the taxes of depression and frustration at every step.
When my first love walked away, when I got rejected at the previous interviews, when I had to struggle for finances and everytime I had to hide my sad life with a smile each one of those beautiful balloons popped one by one.
Rather say the harsh reality popped the balloons of beautiful dreams.
Today, at this instant, life is just a sad and silent night with some cool wind kissing my cheeks as I stand on the terrace of this tall building.
No more balloons, no more fun, (sigh)…. no more life too.
I keep this beautiful picture in my eyes as I slowly jump off this tall building.
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Kristian of Tales from the mind of Kristian
Sadje of Keep it Alive
Deepa of Sync with Deep
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