CLOUDED

When I entered my room after a very long time, I felt choked in its concentrated air. Today, I moved in after years of struggle and laborious work.

The creaky door reminded me of its ill conditions. The dusty windows restrained me from the outer landscape. The webs introduced me to the new denizens of my room. The air was damp and I could smell the unfamiliarity in the air. The dust had settled and frozen on the tiles.

I still comforted myself on the couch and tried to relax myself and my body that ached and reminded me of the tiresome journey. But the suffocating air didn't let me sleep. I wanted to  run away into the open lands under the clear sky. I wanted to feel the lovely green grass and smell the lovely roses. 

But I felt chained in my own room.

The conditions of my room forced me to make a parallel between my mind and this old, dusty room.

The mist of doubt had clogged my mind.  The webs of uncertainty had become  the new members. The dust of dilemma had settled in my subconscious. The dusty panes prevented the the seeds of clear thoughts to germinate. The years of struggle  I went through questioned me like ghastly spirits and asked me whether it was all worthy. Numerous questions kept flooding and clogging my mind. I couldn't see the open lands. My thoughts surrounded me. I dived deeper into the vast ocean with the uncertainty of ever finding the shore.

And then, I fell asleep with a faint hope of sun rays reaching the ocean beds prompting me to come over the surface giving way to vivid and bright view.