Torn...

Thinking of the same chronicle she was torn between two spheres, of which one that she was living in present. The other was a huge chunk of confusions and blasts and eruptions of the feelings that just grazed her hair and went off. Out of all the breezes that blew off her hair, there was one that went so fast that it shook her head. She was standing there with a heart full of confusions and hypothesis of what her world would have looked like if she was the one she isn't right now...as was told to her, she started to get into the gloom of the past...the gloom was seemingly giving her the brightest ray of light at which she was trying hard to look. But was falling back. What was so beguiling and enticing and delighting that she was unable to pile up the brightness that her own self had...WHY? Why was that one set phrase had changed her insights...insights that were everything to her...were now turning against her own mentation....

Spinningly slugged....

Seems it was yesterday when u came by n held me tight in your firm embrace...i held up your feel, your aroma, your touch all around me. It was so pure and fresh that it almost got me to believe that it was there, really!! Though an imagination, u were holding me tight than ever. I gave myself to u as a feather to the liberal wind. I thawed myself into your eternal love like a drop of the rain into the vast ocean. The cool breeze around me was whispering sweet nothings into my ears. And then i saw my handsome and sweet darling standing right in front of me holding his arms out wider than ever and asking me to dissolve myself into his body....and again into his soul!!!

The Transition....

All that happened...seems so fresh yet a deeply doused in the feeling of lonesome. She was in the mystifying thought which told her that being together is much more difficult than being away.....But wait...what did the innate epitome say....It just couldn't let go of the desires of life. The moment when that one notion just outstrips every other and sets you free....free like a butterfly in a garden full of flowers, like a bird in the sky of its own. Caught between the two worlds...she just wanted to let herself flow in the passion of human's basic instincts.....what should be done was a fiery flavor of the playful and innocent her called HEART!!

Shaping the change....

She love the way its shaping up. Though rough, she can handle it. The density of the change that's happening in her makes her feel special...unique than ever before. She doesn't see the negatives, nor the positives. The only thing that's making her go on is the voice. The voice that tells her to exclude the most inevitable part of her life. She was not able to let go...the same old shade struck her.....Change!!......She was smitten by the BLACK shade of her life...trying to break the cascade and running away when the same voice told her to take place at a higher stage...Considering herself as a so called grown up she tried to escape and fit into the billet of a 'WOMAN'. After a great deal of thought she was able to identify their voices as a very inviolable MONOLOGUE......