She was chained …

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The busy roads

Vehicles running past here and there

everyone busy in mobiles or reading newspapers

the world around her was revolving faster

faster than her heart beat

every second flashed through

the time was ticking quickly

she wanted to hold a second in her hand

and sweep through every microsecond in it

living through the moments

she wished she could live every second with him

looking into his eyes, feeling his warmth

forget the rushing world around them

just them in the whole world

where they could love and be one again

none has time, even when they can find time

she battled among the loneliness and the crowded world

emotions caused a huge shadow where she resisted herself to be one among the crowd

she was all alone, even when thousands were holding her hands

she thought it was her inner self, pulling her away from everything around her

she smiled hiding her tears, battling with the tears rolling out of her eyes

the feelings were crushed under the feets of others

who knew her, but never realized her dreams

she dreamt of running away throwing away all the shackles of emotions

but the chains were stronger, that it wounded her soul, more than her body

the wounds never healed, it bled and bled enough that she forgot the pain

as her body was lost in the space

She looked out of the window for the hope

a hope that let her live the afflictions

the agony of being alive till the hope arrives one day to revive her

her soul waited for the moment to liberate from her tortured mortal

she stayed up all along with contemplation.

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