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Ruthless Me


Ruthless, is one word that explains my personality, parting the comforts of home I chased the discomforts of hostel. Giving away the shade from sun I took to run barefoot on searing land. The belief that my dream bring into being residing away from home made me zilch but a heartbreaking ruthless spirit.

Chose neither sun nor shade, my feet never stayed at one place. I kept on running to my dream, I made my self my own messenger ran to the illustrious seven seas yet, there is a draught within my heart. That divan of mine and the cold sea breeze lurks my way back. That honeyed tumbler of milk and the frosty water all questions my shadow where is that cold-blooded me.

How this selfishness of mine that I have forgotten old love of mine. Envisioning myself as a free man, free spirit, perceiving myself as a storm of wind, then why have I ended within myself only. Chose things to do alone, defined myself as a running entity, looked inside me for happiness yet I couldn't feel the smile on my face.

I could still see those arms crying me , my shadow in quest of me  and the voices of people dear me still rung the bell in my ear drums. Yet the ruthless, selfish and heartless me keep running and let me be alone in this wilderness.
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Location: Islamabad, Pakistan

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