Lost Words

It was too much to begin with, and too much to carry on till the end. Words seemed to lose meaning. Emotions clogged his thoughts to the extent that they were not understandable enough to any person on Earth but him: he knew that in the broken English and his faint sense of grammar he had written what would send him to an unforgettable trip down memory lane, where he would wish to live for just an eternity longer, no less. He would want to get lost in those thoughts and forget his pain that was a result of nothing but mistakes. Mistakes which had suddenly found a place in her doubting mind and her heart that was losing trust: everything began to seem different so suddenly, and soon those doubt-inducing thoughts created devils that drove her good spirit into a place where his existence did not seem necessary… the barriers of mind had finally managed to deaden her heart: the heart that longed comfort once, but was now pretending not to need it anymore… For her the illusion lasted long enough to leave nothing but mistakes in the forefront upon recollection of memories of him, and now her mind pretended they meant nothing but a huge mistake on her part.

Unsaid truth hurts when you begin to think that it would not change anything

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Sometimes some stories are never told, because the writer finds them too honest to be shared. They may be set in a fictional world of an all-happy protagonist with his share of problems and exciting adventures, along with searing pain that he decides to bear with fortitude, but every writer leaves behind a portion of him in everything he writes. He fears that one day those little things would become too obvious to the reader, and his vulnerabilities would lay bare for the reader to recognize and strike upon, leaving some old scars bleeding, yet again.

It is not for nothing that words and ideas get penned down from thin air when we call them divine inspiration. They are obscure thoughts which were hidden in the mind for too long, wanting to get built upon and praised about, not discarded in some bad mood.

As someone great once said, no matter what someone tells you, remember that ideas never die.

Nor does pain.

It may be thought to be forgotten, or accepted, but everyone has that little child in them that fears the day when he may have to face himself once again, and try not to make the same mistakes again.

Live life, love life.
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Yashraj Talan is a self-proclaimed sane person, yet to be forced under psychiatric consultation due to lack of any scientific proof to the contrary. Apart from troubling the world with his annoying but innovative antics, he also finds time to sleep and wake up every day as well as live life beyond his online existence, fighting procrastination every few hours a day.