What About The Feeling When You Have Heard So Many Stories, So Many Perceptions And So Many Thoughts

What about the feeling when you have heard so many stories, so many perceptions and so many thoughts that you know too much about people, who know nothing about you?

What about the feeling when out of politeness they ask about you, and when you start to reply, the story somehow triggers their topic and they become the subject?

What about the feeling when after all this, they believe they love you, for being their emotional support, but oblivious to the fact that support goes both ways?

What about the feeling when wanting same energy, support, love and compassion is considered selfishness and only self burning is considered the true form of affection?

Sometimes we end up explaining too much of ourselves, our actions and behavioural pattern. It is natural. It is a humanly instinct to want to be perceived right. But in the meantime, we forget that the world doesn't look at us like it is the judge. A judge who will responsibly consider the facts and deliver the judgement with righteousness. Instead, the world is a prosecutor, the opposite side, which shall, to the best of it's ability put forward all the arguments that prove us wrong.

This is where the concept of 'mysterious air' kicks in. We eventually stop explaining as we realize the nature of the world. It becomes important to not let the self proclaimed judge namely world to pass the judgement. Mystery-no more remains a fashion, but a necessity.

If your tomorrow starts without me, know that the last conversation we had ended on the best note. Harbour no guilts or ill feelings if you couldn't address me the way I deserved. Know that your importance didn't lie in the superficial expressions, talks or exchanges between us, but deep within my heart, that always made me love myself a little more for bringing you in my life.

If you feel sad about my absence, know that your presence for that one moment made more sense than my absence for eternity. If I included you in my heart, you'd always own a special place, even if the heart dies. There, in every fleeting moment, my absence shall caress you even if my presence couldn't.

I would love to know you miss me, but do not hold on the memories so hard that they bruise your palm. Your hurt shall pain even my dead body.

Instead, remember me once in a while, smile as huge as you do today beside me. Your smile shall make me immortal. Even if we are realms apart, I shall still hide behind your softest smiles.

"If I were dead tomorrow.."

Do not create a bridge between two cliffs, and break it later on, so no one can cross it. Someone might be stuck in the middle of it, with no chance to save their life.

There are instances when I am absolutely absent as a person. The instances I question myself what is the point of all this? And then I think of the humans I have my best moments with and there is the point. The point where my existence, and all the rashness of the world seems worth bearing.

It was a bitter pill to swallow,

but effective enough in deed.

They will take your all,

But won't return when you need.