To the sky, The hollow space you hold carries a bundle of joy Rainbows and birds and snowflakes and droplets of rain and the starlight gazing at their sovereign the ruler of night, the almighty moon and the storms you unclasp in a calm day You are more than you hold by the way ..
And then you whispered in my ears, "I love you" I love you too, I replied swiftly unknown of the fact that one day you will leave me giving me a lame excuse. Maybe you never loved me though you told me 100times Maybe your dictionary isn't the same Or you a champion of this game But no worries, I won't blame you or the time which was ours is now divided impartially As, I count every second and you are high for hours.
Are you fine? People wanna know Because I am not Known of the fact that the excuse you chose was lame or or part of a game. No worries, I will skip this phase Just like I skip the ads Maybe the skipping period will last more than for few minutes Or days or years.
How do I know ? When you left me in the corner of this hollow room where my voice echoes And I am the one who hears the reverberation for you emptied the ullage again and the war betwixt my head and heart is hard to end . Soon it will be over The conflict of thought, I thought that love would last forever But I was wrong.
Her eyes look like unheard stories and tales of unknown places, unknown people, she observed while she herself remain anonymous to everyone. In her own fable, she was an antagonist searching for her protagonist.
And then she wrote about all the fables she visualised all through her life And finally met her main role, her protagonist which was her own soul in her autobiography, she poured all her things out in the book which she named after her favourite place, "A seashore".
As the pages fell one after another her story became more limpid than the water sea held, and the events foretold the depth of her pain she held since years similar to her favourite seashore.
She always remained hidden in a camouflage of lies she told to the people when she couldn't reveal the truth, she knew. But it was time to let her old self go, to begin a new life and a new spirit to grow with the seed she sowed in the book she wrote.
And soon her eyes sparkled a bit unfolding her untold episodes she got readers to read her eyes which looked like unheard stories.
If you ask me about the tale of the flee of the swindle who once caught the limelight for his knack of chicanery I will begin with the preface for his charm was enchanting and appealing was his tone words rippled from his lips like the sand slipping to surface His puckish smile was his reserve for the mirror when he was alone Few days he took to reach the palace By fawning and simpering the majority who held power in the city.
Who knew he was there to only seduce the only princess the King had after innumerous collapse by her only Queen for he loved many but married only one. Just when the ball was full with prince and princess of nations varied to celebrate the heiress jubilee She caught his wild eyes and couldn't resist when he asked her to join the sway.
Hardly few days passed Her head and heart she lost to the swindler anyway and accepted to marry him the other day . On the wedding day many hearts were broken and many heads bowed to the newly wed . And the night came close the princess waited for her lover till the stars turned off and the sun was dressed up to show.
But he didn't come and left a note for the king of palace which quoted in the way -
" I will come back and rescue your honour and daughter the day when you will give my sister back for she committed suicide the next hour you left her in the lawn with the baby in her belly and eyes flooded with tears with ruin and despair, which I return you now But not to you, to the only daughter you lay " ~Swindler.
Her curves floats in a flexuous way Like a flock flees just before rain Gently stretching the caged despair and dismay Unfurls her arms to track the tempo Perpetually played in a veteran wireless radio Recalling the ragged moves her mother taught Just before she was swallowed by sky.
To relive the hours which passed away She bought the replica of the radio which her mother had in her days while she whirls wearing her pointy shoes and her further costume step by step, Is the only memory her head holds For she was no more than three.