This is it!

 

The measuring scale of the balance of life has been distorted. Look around. It's all chaos. Do you recall chaos? It isn't a word that relies on instinct. It is a defined element to suffocate any human resource. Your mind may pour unconditional love but if the receiving vessel of your heart has developed soft rot, then nothing is stored in it, except momentarily. You immediately want to clean your heart but now it’s too late. You permit to tuck a flower behind your ear but sadly no one dares to touch your hair. The love has moved down a deep wood with no signboard, leaving you to fall behind with not a single glance at you.

The ruins of your heart is too much, occupying too little space. Your tongue becomes toxic as it spells curse now and your weak eyes deny seeing the beauty in this world anymore. After a few moments, your fingers turn to a fork. They open your email to read the capitalistic enticement claiming “shop now and get 10% off”, but when you proceed to pay, you notice that it’s only applicable if you’ll shop for some specified bucks. Look up, you'll find the stars getting horny with each other, in the end, breaking down. And you, yes you my friend, you're begging a wish from a broken star? Insane!

You go back to peek at your heart to find a new love knocking at your chambers. But you haven't figured out how to respond to that again because you haven’t devised a way on how to deal with this never-ending cycle yet. You tune in to a song that fits all the chaos around and you keep on listening even if it doesn't make any sense at all. Because you haven't made suitable arrangements for love to build a home in your heart, your soul gets covered with numbness. Despite this, you keep on peeking to find a glimpse of anything but it's shut. "Leave your heart alone and let it do what it does the best- fall, feel, bruise, heal. Irrationally and unconditionally."

Amidst the chaos, there’s a part of your spirit, intellect, and emotion that wants to synchronize and breathe between the intervals. It neither conforms to the intricacies of the materialistic world nor the disembodiment of your body. It distinguishes itself from the mainstream media that portrays a minor dissent as a mass revolution, for it has grown its root deep inside your body and its wavelength is far greater than what the human eye can comprehend. You subconsciously try to snap it out of your body but you can’t as they say that "the things that don't die easily inside us are the ones that make us feel the most alive".

The Octoberness of your heart has been turned to a cantaloupe by the energies present around you; rough on the surface but mushy inside. Your fractured hopes reside in your ankles now. But worry not, because the past serves only as your "point of reference" while the present is your "focal point" which will aid you to find the "power" your future holds. Your sufi heart strives to move down your impassive fingers up till your stomach where the butterflies aren't running around anymore, while the mind tries to solve the sudoku of your life.

Your body is not an island that can survive even if it's deserted. Your soul needs to be fed by people around you and your mind craves knowledge. The silence of your mind can be intriguing as it often helps to drown the hostile thoughts without choking you underwater. Numbness has been your premium trait for quite a long now. There's a smirk hidden beneath the word premium. A smirk that causes chaos. The sanity of your mind goes hand in hand with the vulnerability of your heart. They might be used against your will by your soul. 

Is your feather lighter than the hope of living beings or the burden of life which is heavier than the life itself?

Art credits-:  curry._.ninja

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