This lake reminds me of Veronica, her blue ocean eyes and the sparkle in them whenever she would sit by this lake. I feel her here more than anywhere else, the calm of the waters occasionally swaying to the wind like the tips of her pin straight hair.
I see her here more than anywhere else, clad in a flowy chiffon dress that teased the wind to blow through it. Her tiny feet, always dipped in the mesmerising blue of the small lake. Waves crashing around her in salute of beauty not of this world. Her smile brighter than the words that paint the pages on which she slaves on. Heartbreak, heart break, heart break the only thing she's ever known.
I sit by the shore even now, and I hear the sound of her voice as the wind whispers the verses to her poetry which tug at my heart strings even now as I remember her say "be still my love, for i die every time you bleed" but I bleed everytime she dies.
My tears fill the lake now, the only thing keeping it from drying as fhe sun scorches like the sorrow that ripped my sweet Veronica from my arms that held her dear but not close enough for her to stay. I stay here I sing here, and I cry here in memory of a girl with a smile so bright but eyes that spoke of pain hard enough to make a seasoned warrior crumble.
I saw the brushes In the corner of the shelf They were dried and cobwebbed My heart ached, At the sight of canvas It no more had painted bars I saw the pallete kept near the pane It was ages since I mixed colors Years, since my hands drenched The book of art had pictures Of the past when I was passionate Now I see them as the trophies Cause these hands are busy Baking and working chores I saw my eyes dropping a tear Behind the mask I now wear They say a painter died the day When she was refused to carry on The path were her soul belonged Now stands here is a person who fears With Shaking hands, Retaining a reality gear.
I borrowed a handful blue sky from my last lover and i painted it on ceramic walls in a pretty Delphinium Blue colour. When night falls, the Ceramic walls glisten with Thirty One Pearls, two as her eyes and twenty Nine as Jupiter Moons whilst i close my deceiving eyes, the walls give a panorama of all our meets in Sunset Shores when sun used to emanate the last of her Golden rays on her face while her saree used to veil in Ocean Blue. All i see is She, Her Saree, Blue Sea and me. And i am scared to open my eyes to make a direct contact with her fire glazed eyes because i fear i might close both my eyes seeing me with my love in surprise!
The concept of "parallel universe" suggests that there could be other universes besides our own, where all the choices you made in this life played out in alternate realities. It is a facet of the astronomical theory of the multiverse.
( Source : www.space.com )
--Today, imagine yourself in a parallel universe and write a creative piece about it.--