The Unending Moment of Torment


Chronic pain at its peak was like an unrelenting hollowness, a continuous  deafening hum, an endless torture session where every moment felt like dying but death never came. Though these lines by Gulzar allude to a different context, I often found them ringing in my head when I was submerged and drowning in pain. 


दिल दर्द का टुकडा है पत्थर की डली सी है
एक अंधा कुंवां है या एक बंद गली सी है
एक छोटा सा लम्हा है जो ख़त्म नहीं होता
मैं लाख जलाता हूं ये भस्म नहीं होता
ये भस्म नहीं होता