I feel it. The stab in my back.

A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying. Drops of blood resemble liquefied rubies, oh so red! I walk barefoot; The stink and sin of fallen things haunt my feet.

Disappearing faces, misleading noises, fallen roses and broken promises! What has become of this place? Neither a cry nor laughter, itโ€™s home I am after.

76 thoughts on “Stranded.

  1. Feels like a horror movie scene๐Ÿ™ˆ and you know na how good I’m in narrating those typical flop Bollywood scenes๐Ÿ˜›.

    And this writing!! Bharathhh!!!
    When I’m going to read the autographed book of yours haa??

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      1. Bharath Hi,

        I wanna tell you something, since past few days when we were talking via comments, don’t know why I found you rude answering me, I did not get vibe speaking to you. And I thought I lost a friend.
        Remember I even asked you about it, if everything is okay? And you said yes. But I wasn’t convinced still.
        I didn’t know how you approach you back, that would have been interfering on my end. So I just let it be.

        I felt really good speaking to you today after really long.
        I was like no he’s still the same Bharath.

        May be I was overthinking or something. But you stopped using emoticons. You did not even wish me yesterday. So you know a lot of things happened. And I thought may be…

        I just felt like telling you this.

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        1. Rude? Whyโ€™s that? Well I was going through a rough patch then but I wasnโ€™t being rude at all. Thatโ€™s me being a little distant so that I donโ€™t say something stupid.
          Yeah I know a lot of things happened and I hope youโ€™re doing alright.


          1. Okay now I know something about you, you too distance yourself to cope up with something. Well I too am like that. At a point I thought I was forcing interaction, may be trying to dig if any of my action offended you. But now I know there was something going on inside.
            But true to my nature I always feel things should be cleared. So just dropped by.

            But I hope things are fine now. And there’s nothing bothering my student now.

            What I feared did Happen in the end of August. But I am alright.
            I have some amazing people to back me up. I am counting you in herein.

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  2. Very poignant… and relatable. Beautiful way of telling a dark theme…

    “A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying.”

    yes… and the challenge for me is/was try to let those backstabbing voices die there… and try my best not to hear them, nor amplify them again. A warrior’s task… easier said than done. :)) โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’ž

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      1. Oh my goodness!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ญ what a sweet comment! My dear blog-nephew (with such a cute new profile photo too ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿค—), don’t know if that’s true but sorry I missed this till now. Was a hectic day… thank you for your kindness… now you have put sunshine at the end of mine. Hope you are okay. ๐Ÿ’›๐ŸŒป

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      1. Betrayals, love and life, those intense topics… When we are tired of all this, losing the will to live, the strength to survive, and the faith to have hope, then we do look for home. The place where we find ultimate solace and peace. Comfort is not what we seek, nor its pleasure, neither do we have the will to get things right, all we want is an escape, probably, a peaceful sleep, which we can only get at home. Often, need that long, eternal sleep, if that’s what you meant. That sleep, which frees you permanently. Though dark, but was really a great one! Loved the read.

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