Treachery

I feel a great commotion within my heart. Just as the restless Atlantic engulfs all up, my heart desires to sink in the absolute abyss.

Yes, the word ‘friendship’ is indeed too easy to utter. It is pretty easy indeed to say that I am your friend indeed. However, it is that much hard, it takes that much effort to keep that promise, to fulfill the commitment. It is easy to say but hard to do.

But when you are hurt by your friend indeed, whom you indeed believe to be your true friend, it is quite usual for you to feel that nothing matters in this world. The ground under your feet feels as if getting torn apart into pieces. You feel like the world has fallen apart that will never become usual. Love and affection for a friend is blind indeed. As and when your so-called friend deceives you with a false and fake feeling, with a sham sentiment, you don’t feel like the world is normal anymore. Yes, treachery breaks everything; it makes no noise but it pains a lot.

Yes, my commotion is your commotion. It may be the commotion of the whole world to some extent at some point of time.