The Devil was standing before Me,
Staring at Me bottom to top, Scanning each phase of my life as it appeared before him,
He fell on his knees, handed me a ring, asked me to wear it,
Told me that I was cursed, As I didn’t cry when he peeled my skin off,
He kept looking as I bled through my third layer of skin,
Muscles now flexed a whitish-pink layer,
And there I was, standing alive, shredded to the last tissue, but not even a single teardrop made it down my cheek,
My eyes refused to show signs of any remorse,
Rather an eerie smile across my face,
Was it enough to scare the devil?
Though it was enough to send chills down the spine of people who never saw the dark side of mine,
Who just saw the so-called Merry side of Me,
People did fail to see and maybe understand a bit about me, Laughed me off, Mocked me, Made fun of my weirdness but forgot that a person whom Devil would be scared, was walking among them,
His Screams unheard and a story untold,
And that’s how he bought tears, with that ring gifted to him by the devil,
A new story had just begun!
“How I Bought Tears” is all about those innocent souls thrown into a circle of fire full of responsibilities. Not the one you imagine and shrug off, the one which could either build a family or destroy the existing one. Responsibilities which can neither be ignored nor be procrastinated. The one which demands patience, attention, hard work and worship. Not everyone is gifted with a laid-back attitude, with parents watching their arses and responding when they get themselves into trouble.
Responsibilities do define a person, the way he/she handles them and the way the person frames a solution for a real-time problem predicts the way the person would probably behave in his consciousness and in his sub-conscious mind. Life is never a LEGO game where you just fit pieces to form a perfect block. Life throws pieces that aren’t a part of your ecosystem in LEGO, but you need to trim each and everything to fit it in your life.
Life is definitely an amalgamation of all the fuck-ups and patch-ups one does during the worst and best times of his life, but it’s up to him, with what ratio of both the person forms the mixture. And how it really turns out to be after one implements it. We all try to do our best but not always do we succeed, we learn from our responsibilities that turn into a horror story that we pass to the later generations and ask them to learn from it.
The main motto behind this blog is to present you a thought of “Empathising” rather than “Comparing” and “Sympathising” with a person using a blunt, meaningless, absurd and uncanny statements such as “You aren’t a kid”, “You are not the only one with problems”, “Face problems, don’t run away from them” etc etc. These comments are made by people who never ever faced a damn problem in their life. Because if they did, they would rather tell a solution or be quiet rather than putting out an outrageous comment to a person who is already analysing things and struggling his way out.