Naseeha Noor

Abstract Drama

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Naseeha Noor

Abstract Drama

Bud of Perils

Bud of Perils

2 mins
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  I could perish and I could flourish. What would become of me depends entirely upon where I start ‎and what path I take. I could have taken the path that I once longed for, but the wind that blown ‎against my wish I knew was a giant gust. Its violent swirls shushed my heart's murmur, and hauled me ‎to a path that I was unfamiliar with. Along with its jerky tides, I moved and moved. I bumped onto ‎several tiny and large rocks which pitilessly sent its waves of pain, and prickled all over my ‎delicate flesh. ‎


‎   I could hear my heart's murmur echoing relentlessly inside my bosom in search for an outlet to ‎escape from the claustrophobic containment, and to take form of a meaningful shape, but the ‎cacophonous gust silenced my heart's murmur even more and more. And it crept into my veins ‎eventually, swam up to my withered dreams, nipped out the last of its breath and dwelled in my rich ‎and prosperous heart. Then the trees of happiness that shaded my life shed its leaves for good. The ‎clouds of tears gathered in unison, poured its content and washed away the withered leaves from the ‎ground forever. ‎


‎   Some distance farther, I saw a weed slowly emerging out from the barren and cracked ground. There, ‎on the tip of a stem, I saw a black bud, bearing a wicked smile, about to bloom and flourish. ‎

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‎   There I stopped, overwhelmed by the fate that wrapped my feathered dreams to a mere play ball ‎and rolled it down to an unknown destiny, once and for all. I sank to the ground and wept over my ‎fairless fate. The wound that cut my heart soon lulled me to a deep slumber, knowing not the pain it ‎caused, being always a solace to the soul and body equally.‎


‎  Hours and days passed. A coldness that touched my cheek shook me from that deep slumber. Upon ‎I realised, my legs and arms were held in by the powerful grasp of weeds. I saw its lushness extending ‎to the limitlessness of the space. There I laid, limbless, enervated and drowned, searching for a ‎glimpse of sky that existed, I knew somewhere out of my sight, spreading its azure blue shade into the ‎vastness of emptiness.‎


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