Behind the painted mask of jest, a joker hides a wounded heart. His laughter resounds, masking the torment within. On the stage, he dances, captivating all, while his own sadness lingers, a silent curse. Amidst the applause, he yearns for connection, longing to escape his lonely plea. Beyond the comic facade, a joker dwells in a world of sighs, seeking solace and grace. In the realm of laughter, he remains unseen, a paradox of mirth and sorrow. Behind the painted smile, a poignant truth awaits, where laughter and tears intertwine in a fragile dance of existence.
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Asif Ali
i like to create fictions;articles, and poetry.With a vivid imagination and a penchant for creating relatable characters, I shall capture the hearts of readers around the world.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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