When the darkness starts creeping in a little too much and the walls of your room seems caving in, reach out to me. I will be standing right there, smiling.
Relax, I won't judge you. You even won't hear comforting words like "you will be fine", for, I know it's a constant struggle that you go through every day. But, hey, I will listen and help you cope up with your fears, one thought at a time. Just reach out to me, okay?
© Sheerin Naz.
They say "you writers make melancholy look beautiful".
"What if that's the only way we know to survive?"
I want to speak my heart out, but I stop mid-way. A faded smile comes on my face.
But, hey! I can always write, can't I?
© Sheerin Naz.
And, I wonder if by any means you knew I was breaking, one moment at a time, would you come and hold my broken pieces or just sit back and see me die, a slow death?
© Sheerin Naz.
And, if at all, you ever bid me adieu, do it at the sunset. For, I will be happy in the delusion of finding you again amidst a sunset, someday. After all, sunsets give hope of a new day, new life, don't they?
Till then, I will look for you in every sunset, believing that somewhere in another corner of the world, you are doing the same.
© Sheerin Naz.
