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Strangled

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

I brush my feet on grass

and feel nothing,

no dew, no earth, no grass blades.

.

My bare arms feel neither

the wind nor warmth

of the soft afternoon sun.

.

My senses drowned, strangled

by running thoughts,

shouting, demanding audience.

.

Life tears rare moment

of peace, leaving

me in pieces everyday…

A passing thought in Urdu:

Sukoon nahi hai mujhko marne ke baad bhi,

Ae Zindagi, tu peechaa kyun chhodti nahi!

Translation:

In death, I still find no peace,

Dear Life,

Why wouldn’t you let me be!

Author’s note: What do you think about life?

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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

9 thoughts on “Strangled”

    1. Thank you, Pete! Where there is desire, there is no peace; no living in the moment; no stopping to look at the clouds and appreciating their shapes. The endless cycle follows us in death, leaving no peace for soul. Kill the desire to be loved and remembered fondly and you will find peace.

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    1. Absolutely! “Being” is certainly important! 😀 Without being, you can’t feel. However, did you ever feel that the struggle for “Being” took away the “seeing” and “feeling” part of life?

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