Forlorn Flower
By SukhMehak Kaur
The fate of the flower ,
was decided long ago.
He just did not know.
Flower was the hero.
But, the blue,
was so much more.
He was captive,
in a cage.
The key had escaped.
What would you do , if Your key escapes? What could you do? Alas, we do not know.
I wish, I could escape my blue, its just been so long. I am tired now. But the thought that escape is just an illusion, a mere myth, hangs on to me. You can never escape, not truly. I am forlorn with the thought. I want to laugh on it, like its a very well written comedy.
Frankly speaking. WHAT CAN ONE DO??? for real? And why? Why should i do anything in my life? There is already so much content being created, maine koi teer toh ukhad ni lena. Even if i become something in life, toh kya? I could Die. But, I am not that sad in life, It’s fine you know. Everything is fine. Always, just fine. Okay, ecstatic once in a while. toh? Purpose kya hai. Always stuck, in everlasting bullshit, ek drama ni toh dusra nhi toh teesra nhi toh chautha nhi toh panchva nhi toh chata nhi toh satva, you get the idea.
Maybe we are just meant to have a good time. Seems like a good, healthy thought. Have a hearty time, while we are here, why not? purpose vurpose gand maraye. Lekin agar icha hi mar jaye toh? toh kya karen? My will needs a purpose, its what it runs on.
Thats what it is about, the lines above i mean. I think thats what they are about.
What if the the protagonist of a story realises that the script is already written. He, who was once free, Realises that the script bounds him in a CAGE. The realisation hits him hard. He is in a gloom now, cannot escape it. How can he? The realisation eats at him. But, he exists because the script exists, those words are what made him, he exists in them alone. The non existent key has escaped. He is forlorn now, helpless.

