Faceless devils

Shop till u drop... I did... overwhelmed with love and expctations, there's excitement about the grand finale... but the intimidating moments of uncertainty overshadow happiness. Muted by phases of depression and brotherly concern, elations surface in times of momentary forgetfulness... a conscious effort not to think about what stares in the face just works fine for me when I am engaged in conversations not with myself. But in my loneliness, the age-old ghosts of apprehensions become the best companions. Oh I never wanted to befriend them but the monsters, buried under a courageuos heart, come back to be with me. They just refuse to go away. I am sure they bother other human beings too. That's perhaps the only solace of facing them day after day... In every situation, the faceless devils come back to sow the seeds of doubts and reinforce them every moment. The weak just give in to their machinations and the rest like me slug it out... This time also the doubts will melt and the ghosts would have to retreat to their graves... GOD is with me, us.