why by Atif hussain..

The darkness has conquered over the colorful gaiety…

The drastic changes of surroundings surprise me…

I rush towards the burning candle

-My only ray of hopeBut a frosty unfriendly breeze kills the flame

I shiver with fear

Stationed there all alone

I try hard to evade my horrific thoughts

But my scruples won’t let me

Just then a bizarre happening takes place

The room abruptly starts quaking and contracting

To close in on me from all the four sides

I scream…..I screech…..

But the room is getting smaller and smaller

I close my eyes...

But even then, I can visualize, in my mind,

My body being crushed and squeezed

The sound of my bones breaking

My brain being squashed

Bloody veins inside my skull can be seen now

And blood pouring out.

I shut my eyes even tighter

And I wait….. and wait…and wait….

I open my eyes now. I see myself lying on the floor...

The Swiss knife all soaked in my blood is lying on the floor

.The sharp cut in my wrist has made a deep wound

My hand is lying in a pool of blood

My veins are showing.

My lips are Cold….deathly cold.

The expression on my face is depressing.

I lie there on the floor…all alone. Looking

Troubled……Lifeless…….Dead.

Now suddenly, I smile.

I’m walking away now….wearing a peaceful smile I had not known for years….

My wrist is still bleeding…..

But it doesn’t hurt anymore…

You know why?