Eiman Asif
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Woe is Me, I Am Lost
On the coldest warm night, bundled up in bed with droopy eyes, before the eyelids could drop to shut, a tear fell—born from the sorrow of the soul, blending into the inky blackness of the night sky. A sigh of despair escaped, a breath drawn too deep, drowning my soul, mind, and body in thoughts. My life, as rigid as it could be, twisted by the knife of emotions—delicate as a whisper in the wind, heard by few, understood by even fewer. The warmth of a soft, cozy blanket pulled me into a flashback—an irreplaceable memory flickering through the golden flood of my melancholy. The words of an infant, his soft goopy hands in mine, in fleeting, lonely warmth—an Eden-like place—his voice, shaggy but velvety, whispered: “Elder Sister Cousin, to my little eyes, you are the purest goodness I have ever known.” Those words struck the core of my bruises and scars, hidden deep within the soul of love and desire. My mind wandered, lost in thought. If being good left me this way, then goodness is nothing but a synonym for bruises to me! Before my eyes could rain, he left a small light in my hands, saying it was a gift. But deep within my arteries and veins, my heart felt it as a beacon, one that might guide me to the shores of jocund—a truth my mind whispered slowly, calmly, as if daring me to believe!
By Eiman Asif11 months ago in Writers
Epiphany
A dark rainy day—I stood under my umbrella. Children laughing, dancing in the rain, untouched by worry. My mind wandering over my misfortunate life, seeking bliss, but nothing is able to mend the heart and pain; hits harder and lasts longer. My lost desired happiness buried beneath grief. No sooner had a golden raindrop landed on my palm, pulling me into the reality that love and bliss aren’t something to chase; it exists in the now. Smiling, I stepped forward, letting the rain embrace me, accepting the joy I had long overlooked.
By Eiman Asif11 months ago in Writers
