Unending Sorrow

By Vamsi Venkat

I remember the day when I woke up to this really unbearable sadness. My eyes wouldn't let my tears

roll out and let me drench myself in sorrow. No amount of pounding and stabbing would measure up

to the pain I was in at that moment. All this for a dream that I had of her. Just a dream! Her feel like

ages ago, her feels like an imaginary character. I'm only dreaming because it's already been years

since I lost her and also, I stopped counting years ago. So many pep talks from my friends, while

walking on eggshells around me. Countless inspirational quotes from some happy people, few

successful people, or were they really? All those intense workouts to forget the pain or is it just to

paint a pretty picture. All those spiritual practices just to create an illusion. Stuffing your stomach to

fill that void or is it just to get a good night sleep, hoping the nights were longer, long enough that I

could never see the day. It may not be the greatest of suffering but the room starts flooding easily

when the roof is made of palm leaves. Like many things in this world, I was weak. No one or nothing

got me through anything. I feel like a stone in the sea getting splash around by the waves. It seems

so strong when you look at it, but too weak to pull itself out of the sand. But hey, it could at least see

all those beautiful nights and pretty sunrises.

By Vamsi Venkat