Undressing

Many a times we find ourselves being devoured by a vortex of personal void, so deep, so hungry, that survival becomes an extinct possibility. It becomes just too hard listening to the sounds around when one has fallen into an abyss of an echoing vacuum.

Such times dictate their own terms of dissociation. With anything. With everything. Its like falling free fall into a pit less well of nothingness. It is like looking into a mirror with blankness staring back into the hollow sockets you thought contained your eyes ...

Reality slips fast when one steps into these marshlands. Infact, reality becomes an unbearable burden, a load so heavy that even the thought of it could drown one in one quick jolt. To achieve buoyancy, the first step one thinks of is to actively scatter one self into ..... emptiness.

Alienation with self. 

Disowning the thoughts, divorcing the feelings... 

The feeling is that of having a perfect stranger residing in your being!

In all such times,

Just be there to hold your own hand. 

Just stay close enough to listen to your own call

Just love yourself enough to look into the eyes a l'ill deeper

Just own yourself enough to demand unabashedly, 'undress me!' ...