Walking through the dark alleys

Walking through the dark alleys, I find myself lost in the infinite darkness of life. Life seems to be confusing. I remember that when I was a little kid I used to love a lot of things like stuffed animals ,teddy , my rabbit  , mommy , daddy but as a grow up , so many things that I love doesn’t seem so special now.

Somehow I begin to like the darkness. It helps me to hide the emotional storm going inside me. The darkness gives me a moment to reflect. A whole new world of questions and more come along as I walk through the dark alleys. When I was a kid, I had a dream inside me of the land of sunrise where every dawn brings about a night. But now it is irrelevant. It seemed very special during my childhood days but now it seems a common thing. Smile seems hard to come by as if it was robbed by someone special who seems more special now.

Each passing second the darkness engulfs my hope yet somehow I feel warmth in my heart, a hope to live. Everything is not pretty on a smiling face. A lonely heart, with a pain inside which doesn’t seems obvious. Sometimes he cries all by his own, hiding it with peers beside. A silence kills from inside, dying bit each day. I rest my head & go to sleep hoping that one day I will wake up & this all will just be a dream. I heard you whisper in my ears. I cried & jumped in joy. With you holding hands life seems beautiful. I turned to look into your face to realize that you were not beside me. Darkness was trying to console me but it was in vain, I realized that I was left alone in dark. Friends, relatives doesn’t matter anything more. They are just mirages in desert.

He wants to go back in time in his childhood when he cared about all the little things. It was very easy back then when drops of tears were pearls & people cared about it. He cannot bring back that innocent smile again. A innocent boy, a smiling face, a candy to eyes. So much inside, he explodes at times, latches the door to hide from the mocking outside world. A pretty face, tears down his pretty eyes. His body gave up; the emotional storm was a lot for his sensitive heart. He fell asleep hoping that when he would open his eyes he would find himself in a different world surrounded with his childhood fantasies   away from all the fake relationships of the harsh world.........but I doubt that the boy is going to wake up................