The Beauty of Pain

 

I call from my emptiness, to fill me...
My words echo back to me, fill me with pain that laughs at my feeble courage...
What an artist is my heart.. What a stage is my inner world...
It enacts my pain beautifully.... So very neatly that its hard to hide it on my face...
A dark stage set up inside... till the apex...

An act directed by multi faceted mind... with an intent to destroy the barrier between hope and pain...
There i stand, looking at the beauty of my pain... Amazed at the performance of the artists...
Funny ! I feel like am acting all along, but without a dialogue to say...
Expressions dominating the words while silence stands at the front line with words hiding behind it...

I never knew the beauty of pain ! Until i saw it being performed by the right artist...
An artist who has lost control on his conscience...
How ever hard i run from the stage, this act haunts me till i fall to the ground... to the dust... 

Even the dreams are directed to remind me of the destiny...
How I wish i would forget to sleep... Stay awake all night long...
All the roads with in lead to nothing but a dead-end... A laughter is what i hear at the end... 

The same laughter i hear every time i reach the dead-end...
The stage is set every where i run... or am i a part of this act...
Sometimes i wonder how things change... When words fall short to describe how you feel...

Sometimes you laugh at yourself... Swinging between the bright and dark side of life...
Laugh for a long time that you forget youself... your pain...
Laugh out loud till you cry without knowing that you are crying...
Finally the swing breaks... You find yourself hurt but you don't know where you are hurt... 

There you lie with your swing in the darkside of the world...
I never knew the beauty of pain ! Until i saw it being performed by the right artist...