Lonely whispers…

She is yearning for tranquility but the whispers don’t stop harrowing her. Her heart lies in the company of ones she loves but loneliness keeps haunting her…

She is successful, confident and gregarious but from inside she is trapped in her own self. She feels like deserting her body and transporting her soul in a meaningful world where no one recognizes and expects from her; where she is not responsible for anyone’s paining soul, where the zephyr doesn’t whisper the words of loneliness in her ears to hound her time and again…  

She keeps running from the breeze but it never fails to chase her…

Finally, she is a free soul with no visibility to haunt her. She is free but not gratified. She is still searching for her identity, she is searching for the tears she can feel but not see. She is missing the world that taught her to cry, she is missing the sore taste of tears, she is missing her life; but it’s too late now…

She has already taken her last breadth…