We are all burning. We are all burning slowly and gradually but there comes a time nothing is left to be burnt. We have already changed into ashes. We have lost ourselves. We just want to cry. Cry like a kid. Cry hysterically. Sob to our heart’s content. But guess what. We are grown-ups.
Grown-ups can’t cry like that. And then you feel how beautiful was childhood. You could cry wherever whenever and for whatever you like. No worries if the matter was worthy of being crying. There is no one to judge you. But now, now we are grown up. We can’t cry like that no matter how urgent we feel about it. How much we are burning inside. How much we have shattered. We have to wear masks. We have to hide our scars and pains.
People say it is easy to hide a pain by your smile instead of explaining to whole world. No doubt it’s better but do you have any idea how much it hurts. Do you have any idea what it feels when you have to smile when you are broken , when you have to show the joy while all you have is sadness ,when you have to show amusement when all you wanted is to cry. Even wearing masks are not easy.
And then there comes a point when we get sick of wearing them. It’s not that we no longer care it’s we no longer can’t hide. We no longer can fake our happiness we can no longer be strong enough to bear the grunt of pain. And then, exactly then we lost our lives. It’s not death that causes humans to die. It’s soul. When a soul is rusted you feel no desire to live and man actually dies.
The Burning Hearts
