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Break to dust

Do you like being lost?
Everyday I see your nest getting thicker and your wings growing smaller. I see your sleep less peaceful, eyes more guilty. I see you, more amused by others than by yourself. I see you, looking at yourself more closely at the mirror, wondering what is wrong with you.  
Everything is. You aren't a human. You have yet to become one.
Why do you keep searching for your home? Why do you want find someone else's touch on your skin? Why do you want someone else's eyes to see your own self? Why do you try to find your essence in someone else's lips?
Why do you feel incomplete when you aren't even a whole?
You have no home, love. You are meant to be lost. You're meant to be pushed, pulled, loved, crushed, broken and built. Because in all of these highs and lows, you will find your horizon.
We are but scattered pieces of a single energy. It's up to us, whether we pull ourselves together to find ourselves, or we let the pieces sink in the soil of the earth. The strings that make you will come loose, sometimes too tight, but what stays inside, should never be touched.
Why are you afraid? Afraid to be lost? You'll crush, today, tomorrow, another day, another year, until one day nothing remains. Your soul is a delicate glass, it has yet to be broken. Broken to pieces, pieces, more pieces, and then dust. You will lose all your dust to the air of this world, and there will be nothing left of you to crush. You'll be the finest dust, travelling to the soul of the people that could never reach your soul before.
Pain is temporary. It's fear that remains. But that too not for long.
I see you cutting down your wings and building barriers, because you were too afraid of this pain. I want to see you break down, more, some more, until you become the dust that even my fingers wont be able to hold. Never stay. Be the finest dust the world has seen.
Break  a lot more, some more, a little more, and one day, you'll craft yourself into a human.


-अनुश्रुति अधिकारी  (Anushruti Adhikari)








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  1. Bhaskar DhakalMay 15, 2018 at 12:04 AM

    It would be a crime if you stopped writing. I will be one of the first buyers of your book. Just tell me the date.

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