Just for a minuscule moment
She thought that she was free again;
And then again the insecurities and the darkness engulfed her
She gasped for breath, fighting against the darkness
Trying to raise a hand against the unjust life
All the while, knowing that it’s a lost battle
Yet, knowing that she tried her best to stand up
That’s what gave her the satisfaction
That she did not bow at any instant
It was her pride, until the end.
Until later 🙂
P.S: Do not ask me why I wrote this, because I do not know 😉 Sometimes, words frame themselves best, when given the free reign 🙂
🙂 words unleashed without a restraint, do many a times, end up as a lovely picture on a canvas, oftentimes reflecting our state of mind..
wonder why I don’t get your post updates on my email?? 🙁
Hey Uma,
Some problem with the mail set-up. Even I didn’t receive comment notifications. Will check it out. From your side, can you check if the mail is being spammed?
That feeling which one gets after subduing all odds and achieving the desired, is out-of-this-world. Isn’t it?
Very well-written. 🙂
P.S: How have you been?
Thanks Mirage 🙂 I have been well and as life goes, a mixture of this and that. Sorry for the late reply. Some bug in my mail setup and hence did not receive notifications.