Punch Me I Bleed!!!
Many a times we play by the games of the heart where we are torn between one firm urge of decision and the risk that where you are heading yourself towrds to is a place of confusion and anxiety… that specific instance when everything inside you is "centrifugally" right and swift but everything around you is in chaos and grief… it is a hearty crunch and you never knew you bleed… punch me again, slap me i bleed man…
When the heart goes berserk because all the oasis turned to mess.. because it is always difficult to tame a mad soul especially when the madness was caused by the breakage of the human glass… because all it ever wanted is to show what is kept in its locket for years… because the spirit he decides to finally set free was ones again suppressed… because all that he sees right turns out to be wrong… and because the wait is excruciating when the light finally came, it came with its doors locked and shivering… and the heart needs to wait for the turmoil to subside… beacause it is drowning… Punch me, slap me i bleed man…
When the body simply scorns the spirit of the red bottle… and there is none to cushion the damned heavy fall… when the darkness is too blinding and the silence so deafening … and there is loneliness amidst the crowd… the heart lies down on the pillow in grief and in strife… in deep question and in deep confusion… the bottle can do nothing but stare and give a pickled smile… and the tears overflow from the glass meant to be broken… punch me all over again, hit me i bleed man!!!…
For the hearts eyes is stapled to the memoirs of the sweet history and the mind bares much hope to undeerstand the battle in the skies… for the war is never done and i’ll never know its end unless in vain there shall be waiting… if the heavens have to wail and the stars have to sulk in shivers of the biting cold night… punch me, hit me, slap me, I bleed man… I bleed!!!
