A wrong way chosen

As the panels of the door opened                    I entered and found a strange path leading nowhere…………. 

I was unaware of the fact that the path had a deep pit aside………… 

In those ways, the mud was so rugged that I fell many  times but did not loose my heart………. 

I was ready to explore ,ready to get doomed………… 

Each and every second I died out of fear of falling off from the height……….        I kept myself steady………….but the steadiness did not last long………. 

I was doomed………… doomed into the lost depths of depression………… 

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I stood under the veil of drizzling rain.             The memories running down my veins.           My heart throbbing hard……… My veins choked…………. 

I realized ‘it was the wrong way chosen……..’

That strange ‘path’ through ‘his heart’ led the way of pain………..I went on trusting him but the truth was at last revealed…………. 

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I still suffer ………I still bleed internally………..that shackled pieces of my heart are still waiting to be reborn again……                  B E C A U S E…………… 

“I was doomed……… doomed into the lost depths of depression……… “

from where I could never see the shine of joy……… for it was…………. 

        A WRONG WAY CHOSEN…………… 

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Chase

During the dawn, down the hill, among the tall aged deodars….  The sunshine flickering through the gaps between the leaves……..the soft crystal dews still prevailing on the blades of the grass………. 

I used to run down the hill and chase him……….as we ran down the glee of our laughter echoed loudly from all round the hills……………

The hill, the trees, the grass knew about our love…………….. 

His thoughts abuted the horizon of the sky…………….where the clouds of autumn made the way to paradise……………. 

Then………………… 

In the solitude of autumn, the grass being yellow smelled his essence…………..                    In the whisper of the hills and trees I heard his name……… 

And today,                                                                                      in dreams and fantasies………..       Ensuing his footprints in the soft mud down the hill,………… 

I chase………………..                                               Not  him, but only his shadow………….