Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The Hug of a Clown

A Hug, It had a lot of importance in my life once, but lately i have realized that the power a hug had, to make people stay with you, wasn't there any day. I thought may be one hug can solve all the chaos, but it never happened. A hug used to be an unspoken promise, that "I am there with you."
I admit the fact that I now don't believe in the conviction of hug. So I have stopped hugging the loved ones, because once i opened my eyes, and all they witnessed, an empty ring of arms and a blurred silhouette of them going away from me. I tried calling them back, asking for one more hug, thinking they would come back, but it didn't happen. As i have always been, i would never like the loved ones under any blame, so i take it all on me. They were nice, may be i didn't know how to keep them.
A hug have may have been an answer to all the question for two hearts which belongs so well, but now it's the question.
Maybe I would never ask anyone to stop and stay by me, not because i don't want to, but i know they won't come back. The hug would not work its magic.
Said The clown in his broken voice, because he choked while trying to put an end to his tears which he bleed in his smile everyday in front of his spectators of his circus.