Why is it so?
When expectations seem to obey and dreams follow the intentions, then an unexpected, an unwelcomed fear develops and takes a corner in the room of happiness.
When someone touches my heart so much so that i get bound to them, then suddenly from somewhere the breeze of separation wipes that smile off.
When heights seem closer, destinations are no more blurred, then the fear of slipping, the fear of falling haunts me.
It feels like a vacuum, with minimal friction and no gravity.
Why is not everything permanent in this universe?
Why isn’t so?
Someone will have to leave one day,
Happy phases will transform someday,
The loneliness, the silence has to retake once again.
Why is it so?
When crowds seem to make me laugh,
When a group of people seem to be a family,
When people are there all around to help me,
To cheer me up;
To console me; to be my hand in solving problems;
To motivate me;
To make me laugh; to be a reason behind my smile;
To keep me occupied;
To make me forget the 24 hours of the day;
To make me love my life;
To make me cherish every moment;
To wipe my tears off;
In essence making me laugh out loud,
And when those people become my habit,
And i get used to them,
When things seem to be sorted out,
Then, why that fear of loosing everything and again being alone runs up my nerves?
Why do I need to teach my pupil every single second to adjust according to the light of life?
Why that fear dries my throat?
Why does that blurs my vision?
Why is it a leach sucking my blood?
Why does that create a hustle in the synced cells of my mind?
I fear those streets of silence!
I fear my fear of losing.