Deep inside a fuel to burn

 A deep sorrow sits.

A heaviness.

It speaks violently inside.

2.05 am at midnight. I asked.

It made me trembling, why there’s so much noise?

Long back, my raw tiny self was crying in silence.

To the most important person when it asked why not me?

She to me - I am worthless.

My tiny self lost its home.

It cried. Wept.

Took a promise that it will survive somehow but keep proving, demanding justice and hoping.

Asking god and reassuring it was worthy.

It still cries for itself, deep down its a wound, the human still lives inside taking care of the self promise.

I am a human too - I also search for the life

 1:46 am IST.

Mid of the night. 

I scrolled at your profile.

There’s something left inside me - I see you. I smile at myself. Little possessive. Little protective.

The question for me is - Why again? Why ?

I don’t speak in return for this question.

Whatever small affection and childish feelings remain - I cherish it.

In return I don’t expect anything.

Few months back - I used to.

I felt that a miracle will come.

I believe in supernatural power.

But not now- probably I have become so feeble and tired.

It was a great time. No?

The level of dedication and commitment for her was incredible.

But today I see myself as a grown man who turns out to be a gentle human.

You - when I look at my google photos

 8:31 pm | 13th May 2026

I have always been very careful about Google photos.

I don’t open it.

Reason?

It has my memories sweet and painful.

Painful because it includes us.

Your smile, our conversations and your vision.

It cheers me up. 

But I have taken a strong step - when someone at my door  put her everything to wake me up - from the dream, from the desire and from everything that bind us.

I feel a vacuum but slowly trying to love my lost parts if I can else I will fill up with my other half who believed in me.