The spare moments of the past were spent by getting coached at quiet firesides,
It was then that the shadow of a malignant love fell across my life……
My matt , mauved heart became jubilant…..
A short span….. And again I was proved to be a doleful dolt,
I still continue to vitrify my congealed heart, cause it was……….
An ephemeral love, that soled my life…………
A moped face, elegiac and entwined in distress…..
Twiddling with life every single moment…. Like an ember in diminishing fire…..
I am only maundering like a moron,
My doltish soul wails aloud for a love that was just a farcial fallacy…….. Which left me in a swingeing moribund……..
The rose still prevails in the leaves of my diary……
It makes me sense your perfume….
It makes me heed your tune….
I wonder how could it remain???? In those incessant droughts and frosts…
I am still waiting….. Though I am aware of the fact that you are a far cry for me…..
But somewhere in my crux the rose lingers, trying to save the dilapidated fire of love, for it knows that love is beyond the power of divine……
The chiaroscuro of my life is indeed too enigmatic and capricious for even the wisest and the most discerning mind to grasp and fathom…..
Love was too oblivious to the whims of fate and now I am immured in a solitary life…….This tragic alienation delicately yet most incisively reflects in the twilight of my life, as I walk in the shadow, breathing out sighs of my crushed heart……..
Throughout the morning the rain pattered away……
I was resting peacefully by my window solemnizing a butterfly outside the obscure glass pane…..
Being stewed in the rain its frail wings laid still, Entirely fatigued, its imbecile legs tremored against the wind…… Its pathetic attune made me think of the insecurity it was feeling…..
…….when suddenly ‘his’ thoughts trailed in my mind……….
I thought that might be my heart was weak enough to suffer the agony, but was my love so feeble that he did not take even a few seconds to shrug off the memories…….
And outside the rain had ceased…..and the clouds sluggardly marched away……
The evening gives way to the darkness of the night……
In the impenetrable solitude of the room it seems that I am gradually being possessed with a morbid melancholia which makes me remain inexplicably calm……
I sit cloistered in my room brooding and longing for him….
Completely secluded and isolated from the company of others, I lead a self exiled life…….
My terrified lips are too petrified to orate words of my wrenched heart ……
I am somewhat banished and only left to myself to ponder and reflect over my miserable estrangement…… Cause……..
Love ushered in my life as a nocturnal visitor and bequeathed making my life a dire nightmare………
The following day I was sitting at my window, gazing at the new leaves in the walnut and wild pear trees.
It was still, the wind was at peace with itself, the mountains brooded massively under the darkening sky, and then emerging from the depths of that sunless chasm like a dark sweet secret, came the indescribably beautiful call of the whistling thrush….
Its song is the one which never fails to enchant me…..
The bird starts like a hesitant schoolboy whistler , as though trying out a tune; then confident of the melody, it bursts into a full song, a crescendo of sweet notes and variations that ring clearly across the hillside……..
An unexpected achievement!!!!!!!!!!😀😀😀
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She was a lonely girl in one sided love …. Life was relentless to oblige her, she was too bold to accept the world’s consolation, but at her core she was so frail that she could not spin the thread of her destiny……
But suddenly there came a frantic call from her fate in the disguise of a new lad……
And her woeful misery gave way to ecstatic joy…….
It began with a delirious vibrance and now it seems an outstanding spectacle to see her frenzied spirit capering out of joy, in the blazing lights of her life with ‘him’………
This plot is based on a true life experience of my bestie, Sreya…………
The rhythm of a song plays at my ear from the headphone, I go out and sit on the railing of the balcony….
The moon inundates the city with its gleam, the exotic city apparently throbbs with an inexplicable anticipation….
The city was ingenuously conceived and the characterization of each single abode was so deft and matured that it kept me totally enthralled in its mystery…..
I kept on staring at the moon and got deeply absorbed in my own way…..
…..as if, in the foreboding stillness of the night I awaited keenly for his arrival from beyond the terrestrial horizon……
