“What do you think about pain?”,
She asked, sitting on that couch by the window.
I shook my head, cleared throat and walked a few steps away to a piece of abstract art that was hung on wall in that pitchy and melancholic room.
I replied, “To me,pain is an aggregation of many feelings, emotions and unshed tears. It’s very much similar to this abstract art-piece which means the one who bears, knows what is pain just like the painter who paints such abstract art. Others can conclude a thousand meanings about your state of mind.
Pain is to have a forced forbearance. Sometimes pain resides in our mind as some nostalgic notion. It may be the consequence of unnecessary steps that we take in our journey towards our wishes. Pain is the feeling when we want to be silent by choking the rampant sadness in ourselves,but we can’t. Pain is the symphony that is being played at every lonely moment in a hidden alcove in our hearts.
It sometimes accompanies the wrath and insolence we have,so we cry. It may be a war that is fought between you and your heart, but on the realistic and bitter area that is called brain which always stand by ground facts, not with your craziness. Pain is to have a grim expression and ignoring approach although you are broken inside. Pain is also a memory that latches by your insight permanently and you start living with it. Pain occurs when we lose the faculty of Let It Go”.
“You are probably right”, she added, “It’s..it’s just like this odd painting, not what we simply call “parting”.
Muhammad Muddassir Iqbal
First Year
She asked, sitting on that couch by the window.
I shook my head, cleared throat and walked a few steps away to a piece of abstract art that was hung on wall in that pitchy and melancholic room.
I replied, “To me,pain is an aggregation of many feelings, emotions and unshed tears. It’s very much similar to this abstract art-piece which means the one who bears, knows what is pain just like the painter who paints such abstract art. Others can conclude a thousand meanings about your state of mind.
Pain is to have a forced forbearance. Sometimes pain resides in our mind as some nostalgic notion. It may be the consequence of unnecessary steps that we take in our journey towards our wishes. Pain is the feeling when we want to be silent by choking the rampant sadness in ourselves,but we can’t. Pain is the symphony that is being played at every lonely moment in a hidden alcove in our hearts.
It sometimes accompanies the wrath and insolence we have,so we cry. It may be a war that is fought between you and your heart, but on the realistic and bitter area that is called brain which always stand by ground facts, not with your craziness. Pain is to have a grim expression and ignoring approach although you are broken inside. Pain is also a memory that latches by your insight permanently and you start living with it. Pain occurs when we lose the faculty of Let It Go”.
“You are probably right”, she added, “It’s..it’s just like this odd painting, not what we simply call “parting”.
Muhammad Muddassir Iqbal
First Year