Almost Christmas

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  • Dedicated to Rika Puspita
                                    

Here are  just words to picture how a person has lost in his journey and wished to find a place called "HOME". It's already at the end of the road, end of the journey. It's almost Christmas , where joy should be there yet for him just sadness and loneliness and even worse doubtness cover his mind !

I wrote the story based on the poem made by my dear friend , Rika Puspita :

Almost Christmas

Things are not the same as they used to be

Not to me at least

The heavier day-to-day lots just bring me despair

Everybody's running faster

Dancing truly out of the beat

I thought we were fine though

Until we are not...

I could feel my heart's trembling,

Broken before it fell to pieces

All the love spell just lost its magic,

Trying harder is just to let more painful burst

It's almost Christmas

Let's see if we would find the way home.

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ALMOST CHRISTMAS

I trudged my legs., they are heavy. The coldness of the wind and the frozen snow have numbed my feet. I grew weary and soon found myself in despair.

It’s almost Christmas…I can see the road covered with snow, shopping places are getting crowded with the last shoppers , trying to get some gifts for their family or loved ones, restaurants and cafes are packed with people have delicious meals with nice people around them. My nose can sniff the mouth-watering aroma coming from the stoves in houses… home-made food….suddenly I realized my belly has emptied since…. I can’t remember when.

I’m away from home…..far away….deserted in the land of nowhere….People here are friendly but they can’t warm my heart. The smiles on their faces have just pricked another hole in my heart…stab it even harder than before.  My eyes can’t shed anymore tears. Tears would be the last thing I can shed and smile would be last thing my lips can curve.  My lips are too stiff to put a nice curve and my eyes are too dry to pour any liquid.

My heart are too cold to feel the warmth send by the smiling faces. Myself is  too lonely to get acquainted with anyone

Now, I’m in a quandary… should I go back to where I used to be or keep going on to the place in which I even have no idea where I’d be.?  I’ve lost the place called home. It used to be such a warm and nice place before it turned out to be a gloomy one. I couldn’t fit myself in my previous home so I left with all the sadness and loneliness. Day by day, I’m searching for a place, a new surrounding which I can call home. Yet, my mind is always referring to the place I used to. It’s home, dear…though now the light has become dim. But it still has the light.

I think I’m too afraid to go back and too hesitate to move on. So, here I'm stucked.  Standing still in the middle of the road. Which way should I go….? I was too afraid to move any further. I sighed and sank myself deeper in the snow…..May be someday I would go back or find a place called home or may be it’s my destiny …frozen in the snow.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 29, 2016 ⏰

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