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MAYBE , YOU TOO, FEAR THE FEARS! - By Amber Blue




 Amidst the turmoil of emotions, the one which squelches is the fear- crippling the bones into frozen blanched ruptures.

And yet the unruly convoluted heart becomes meek and jejune as the fear behests it to be, reigning the riots all the way through the blood and burning the flames of agony into the heart, savouring the relics of this desipience. And while we travail to cope with this , this very fear of ours sadistically enjoys the little fiesta of our maiming soul.

Deliberately the fear enthralls us and dazzled by it's voodoos ,we dance on it's whims and dog about with desperation to stifle it, instead of confronting these ghoulish awes. The more we conceal and feint this, the more we play 'dumb-charades' with ourselves, pretending to use the,' I AM FINE' mask as our shields , dodging the anxieties to some far off dampened corner of our heart only dilate the fear to the acme. With the last fall, as the last leaf of autumn withers away ,that mask gets busted. And loathings are not contemptuous enough that tardily we realize our fears checkmate us in the end.

Funny enough, that the uncharacteristic facade veils our fears with smile and we never ask ourselves the urgency of this facade- ohh!! is it because we are running away from these naked episodes of fear where it might feel too real if we confess the very substantial existence of it in our lives? or is this the part where we forget to stand up for ourselves? or is this the part where we chastise ourselves because this fear in our head is making us squeamish and lunacy shall be no wrong to say? we are but afraid of living the fear itself. Nada of the future are we afraid of but repeating the past might trigger the sleeping cells or two to make us anxious. And let's begin the counting of fears, shall we?- We fear love more than hatred, we fear flying more than falling, we fear our own replicas more than the bared faces of others, we fear the existence more than the mere possibilities of death- yes! it was never the death we have dreaded but the uncertainty after life. FEARS after FEARS!! every night enmeshing us in  the eddy of something that never ends, no escape .

This fear is not all bad, may sometimes marron us with consequences or the perceptions we need to intrigue something from out of the box though we are struck from being who we want to be. Well, pretending to stop fearing is silly and so unhumanly but even so " curiosity with time will conquer fear more than bravery ever will".

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  1. wizard from HogwartsSeptember 24, 2020 at 1:07 PM

    But then, only if you don't let your fears control you...
    it's nice to read this after so long.

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  2. wizard from HogwartsAugust 6, 2021 at 8:29 AM

    so sorry for the late reply and thanks a lot for taking your time to comment, ofcourse the will of keeping oneself strong through all the storms is a huge step forward, but then again our insecurities at times get the best of us.

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