Just A Little Bit More
Haven’t you observed the defeat in the eyes of the old people, I have.
As I looked deep into them, I found wisdom, lost love stories, pain and resignation. Also stoic resolution for life and the reality. A lost pride, which leaves vulnerability like an open wound.
When they are alone, with a far away look, they looks towards the saddest stories of their life or maybe sometimes lost in memories. We all know that we live in a ageless society, where everyone is growing gradually, to fit here they also camouflage their grey hair and dimming eyes.
I have met people with broken bones and ailing body parts, they are like the unused dust filled mannequins, lying in a heap of a store. The same store having a sale of glam and glitter for young bodies and forgetting minds. Here too the old people being reminded that, they don’t belong here.
In the flashing blood of an older person, I can smell the trenches of disobedience, which is like a war, where the body denies the collaboration with the young mind.
The mind doesn’t grow old. The mind hold on the unmet wishes, wanting to continue the unfulfilled dreams and pushing the finishing line just a little bit more.
The forted dreams and decaying hearts, that expresses itself in the greed of just an another chance. Look deep into that eyes, look at the diluted people, when you smile at them they give it back to you. Try to listen little bit closely, their eyes speaks in volumes that, ” Stay a little longer, I still got to live just a little bit more. “