I am no poet nor any epitome of laureate.I am simply a human being bound by all the strings that this Universe holds. But, I have witnessed myself transforming from having an adamant determination for perfection to nurturing my flaws, to changing my outlook.
It's funny how it changes you so much so that it makes you yearn for more and for every ounce of it. It slowly creeps onto you, only to whisper that you deserve more, bewitchs you to long for the absolute.
The lifelong journey, bitter and sweet, the boundless chuckles every morning, the endless gossip under this mesmerising maze of stars, you want to clung on to them all, hide them forever from the world, in a place where noone can gaze.
But you know what,all it wants of you is to be a soft,fuzzy niche to rest a sullen head, a space to seek relief amongst the restless strings of principles, like a warm blanket on a chilling stormy night, or like a fireplace on the clodest of December's rampage, or, a faint reflection on the flowing stream, or a reassuring echo in the mountains, a shade to rest your guards, away from the chaos.
This is as if celestial mights, which were destined, are bonding, untrammelled by the barriers ahead. I am transforming to become selfish for more, jealous to share,yet happy to lose once and for all,everything, forever. This is so beautiful, the underlying force to take over and once and for all, I think I am in love.