A Voice in the Dark | Shubhodeep Pal

People aren't afraid of going through the horrors of hell. Indeed, an inherent, inexplicable streak of masochism makes them welcome pain as a depraved form of pleasure. What scares people is that, after they've been through the fire, nobody will ask them how it was. That there'll be nobody to complain about hell. That nobody will hear their belated screams. That nobody will care that they're still alive. And that, eventually, it might want to make them leap into the flames again. Forever. Follow @diaporesis

Years later, when we walk On these familiar, worn roads Under grey skies and hesitant rain A few drops from the skies will Remind us of the pain of Eager expectation. Years later, Mostly forgotten memories will reawaken You and me from temporary stupor - Our thoughts touching, arms interlinked, - Nascent, tiny pains will seems blurs - Loneliness will stay alone. You and I will lie down some years Later and remember the heady buzz Of separation. And we'll laugh at how we made ourselves Victims of time. Time, you know, Evaporates. Love remains. Forever. Follow @diaporesis