I don't know how many of you are ready to hear it but the harsh truth is that there is nothing as karma. It is basically our coping mechanism that gives us the hope to move on and see what the future has in store. It is simply a method to console our broken, disillusioned, and jaded self that yes if we were wronged, the future will take care of the wrongs we endured. But tell me, how do you measure pain? If a person is tortured and traumatized for years on end and the culprit suffers for some days or months, people can say that its the karma working but how does years of pain be assuaged by the suffering of mere few months or days. The truth is that pain is subjective, nobody can realise or equate the amount of pain one goes through and it can't be measured by the quantity of tears shed or the number of scars carried on the body and soul.
Karma can never be the agent to equalise the pains you go through. Its just a form of human hope that helps us go through our lives and pushes us to move on, drags us out of the pit of sadness and anger. Just the hope that someday karma will arrive and it will be payback time for the culprits. _________________________________________________
The twitch of the clock strikes at the rigidity of existence. Engulfing every being hindered under the sheets of firgures. Traces of beauty scatter amidst the pile of swears. Hatred is a prime resource manifested for confusion. Diverse school of thinking conjure a battlefield against emotions. Brick by brick, my voice sullen through things air of moist dreams. A clip from rusted paercuts denote the meaning of delicacy. The tricking clock negotiates my power smudged on torn pages. Reality of betrayal and melancholy smoke eyes with questions. Uncanny answers wait at pavement with no obligation to enter. Buzzing of tickling destiny treasure rips of ghostly happiness. The tickling reminds me of a battlefield l left at stake. Hands coated with burnt marks relocate the scheme of joy. Trading sunshine of gloom l wish to unfold. The tricking clock hears my smile snatching away a piece of home. With facets of opaque reality I sit to unravel the same threads of existence.
This talk about an abusive relationship between woman and husband. And how she tune that out by humming. Her brain uses that to cope with the ways her husband treats her. If you're ever in an abusive relationship. Seek help from family, friend, authority, and or therapists. Things will get better and you're deserving of much more. So please anyone in that type of relationship seek help if you can.
The National Domestic Violence Hotline (US & Canada)- 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE)
Azad Foundation- 91 11 4060 1878 (India)
I don't like using Wikipedia, the but this was the best bet for any other Hotlines in the world.(Disclaimer)- https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_domestic_violence_hotlines