I didn’t believe when they said-
“Don’t ask too many questions to your life!
Once you get the answer,
Life changes the question.”
That I have got all the answers to my questions,
I feel emptier than ever.
I wish I had not asked too many questions.
When the blizzard of answers came by,
I was blown
I was never prepared for what was coming.
I have come to this position.
Asking a question is not just far from possible,
But it gives trauma.
A kind of bliss.
A kind of void.
I would love to ask few more questions.
I am just not ready for more answers.
Just when I started accepting that life is not a movie, magic started happening.
Just when I believed that love songs don’t have meaning, love songs started making sense.
But I fear, till when?
I don’t want to know.
I run away from answers like a mouse runs away from cat.
Running away for my dear life.
Running away to keep this fistful of faith intact.
Running away from reality.
What will happen when the reality hits hard?
Who wants to know?