Nobody's shit

The cold blooded fate haunted her everywhere. Even the slightest desire of felicity was smothered by just a glimpse of the grave reality. She inherited the reproaches made by others so she was now callous to them. Eventually the abuses failed to despair her anymore. She became accustomed to the darkness, which thus made her an austere. Nevertheless, she had this longing to shield the mankind from the catastrophe. An unexpected tragedy wrecked her hamlet, instigating malignity everywhere. The torments she faced made her shine brighter. The agony made her more ardent towards her inklings. Time had taught her how to survive even at hostile places. She turned into a rebel. She had nothing to lose, so she used to protest against every injustice. She would never bow instead she screamed forever. So at the end, even death could not fright her. People reminisced her for centuries for she was their hero.

The eternal woe defeated her each moment. She used to fidget alone at night, when the clouds wept on her ruining her relics. She detached herself from everyone who certainly was someone to her. She felt numb in lieu of going through a surge of anguish. She became resistant towards illusions. Her aversion grew for superiority, manhood, excellence as the world shrewdly unveiled itself to her. She deliberately turned herself into the autocrat of her life. Eventually, she became strong as an ox, ravenous and rendered her own share of felicity.  

Yes!  I am a survivor and my smile is my strongest weapon that even hurts me at times, but I have learnt to use it though unwillingly at hostile places. I am obscure. I have seen trespassers but will never expose them. The truth is mostly bitter but I see myself augmenting with the harsher it gets. I perceive pain for the desire of felicity. My family anticipates that I am immature but maturity is in deception. This life is a battle and the world a battleground. We are all struggling for ecstasy confronting all the torments of this battle in an expectation of a brighter tomorrow. We do not realize when we have turned our life into an inferno and when our past has become more potent on our present.  We are so much indulged in this pursuit of our needs or desires that we are ready to lose everything for just anything. I wish I could rescue myself from this holocaust for success. The only help that we are blessed with, to recover ourselves, is love. It can convert even a sinne...