Knock Knock

There was a knock on the door and I did not want to open it for the one outside.
It grew more painful and the door started to crack.
But I did not budge.
The door stood its ground and the knock grew louder.
I started crying and the voice outside told me to relax.
There was nothing for me to worry about.
Because the knock was only gentle.
The problem was it was incessant and gnawing away at the solid wood.
I cried more and I got angry
I broke the window with my clenched fist - I had punched it down.
The voice heard that and retreated.
But soon after, the sweet voice was heard again; urging me to open the door.
I shouted and howled and the voice got scared.
But the knock was heard still.
Here I lie, adamant and foolish.
I did not want the voice in.
I did not.
I hated the knock - I HATED it.
I believe the knocks have stopped but in my head the plea is still heard with the same definition.
It has not gone away.
It is playing tricks with me.
I will not believe the silence.
I will not.
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The Drive

The cold wind was rushing through the open window and the fog around looked artificial.
The sun in the sky was an amber light like a close cousin of the moon we know so well.
The fumbling morons around struggled to be there at that time.
The worry of what lay ahead seemed drifting away.
The tear down my cheek turned to ice.
The last 2 fingers of my left hand felt numb and frozen.
It felt as though I might be 2cm above the tar.
I saw the road winding in front of me.
The road was built for a purpose.
It lead people somewhere.
It gave them a purpose and a path to tread.
The matrix is all around us whether those lesser beings understand or not.
I took away your illusion
I took away your tools
I left you naked out there in the middle of the road where you suffered like a limping bait.
I made you feel that you had it all
I managed to give you a veil.
You wrapped yourself in it and it gave you solace.
A bump in the road jolted life back into those drifting towards the darkness.

I held on to the hope that one day I will create a road that others will ride.
I held on to the hope that one day my 2 fingers would recover.
I held on to the hope that one day my tears will flow down freely.

I held on to the hope that one day I will smile.
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Bonds

I saw you the other day and we were laughing away.
We spoke of some nonsense and poked fun at random things.
I forgot about my present torture and you forgot about what lay ahead.
We smiled at each other.
I thought I knew what was on your mind.
You never wanted this to end.
The same uncontrollable laughter;
The same comfort of a pillow;
The same reliance.
You wanted to say that you love me and I heard it without you saying it.
I know how you feel - and I know this friendship is special.
A person reading this might feel that I am talking about my companion or spouse.
But that is not true.
I am talking about my friend;
Who I hold very dear to my heart.
Does friendship come with an expiry date?
My answer is yes - may be when you die or in most cases, sooner.
The expiry just means a change in one's relationship.
The same bond no longer exists and the same comfort disappears.
The society commands such change in behaviour.
Society demands loyalty more towards your home than to 'outsiders'.
It is a sad rule but universally followed.
You will have a home to go to and may be I will have a home to go to.
It will become difficult to stay in touch but I hope we try.
I will miss you my dear friend but I am going to cherish each present moment with you because I love you.