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I wish this feeling could be put to words. To feel how one does when it's really dark on the outside and the inside. It's difficult to be here and yet not to be, to be occupied and yet lost, to be surrounded yet alone. It takes an enormous heart to be wounded and still bandage the bleeding scars of ' loves'.
It's not easy to dress up and come up with the best of your smiles every morning but you do it anyways because you believe it to be your responsibility to energize the lacking - even if it rains you. You believe that they need you only when you are uplifting and more than that, of course, you believe that you have no right to surround someone with negativity. Your eyes are puffy but it's your 'too much extra kohl they joke about' that acts a brilliant concealer when you meet the light. Because at last, it never matters if it got smudged too bad at night.
You wear neatly ironed attire, and you walk up confidently with smile and a bagful of light-hearted jokes. This way you qualify the term 'motivator' and turn out to be the 'healer'.
You smile and spread smiles. And that crushed piece of attire sitting insensitively at the corner of your room while you sob to get the pain out of your chest still remains an untold story. you try hard to be an angel for all. You stay there and fill them with courage, emptying all of you into them.
But your white transforms into stained black at nights and no one knows it the next morning.
Maybe one day someone might see the dark to empty his light into you.
Maybe someday it's read.