My first notion as I opened the gate was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke. Fume of words..! Through the haze I had a vague vision of life coiled up in an armchair with a black clay pipe between his lips.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Till death do us apart
There are instances when we scream and cry over something and still think there is more to this than to cry about. You wipe your tears and you try to smile. And without any effort that blooms into the most curve-angled smile.
Yeah, she forgot to remember to forget. Because she is the world before she is a woman.There is an air stream of emotion deep within her which she hates and loves at the same time. I must say hate or love is an understatement. She glanced deep within her. She felt unaccompanied. Detached. And above all, lost! In her attempt to evade, she thought to herself. "My heart bursts into thousands of crystal-like hale stones today. It is beautiful cause one crystals radiance overshadows the other. Will there be someone who hopes that the sun will never shine so that these won’t melt away?"
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4 comments:
The romantic strikes again! :D :D
I love the thought at the end. Very beautifully put.
smiles back :)
You were introduced by your brother and I see a great blog here with intersting features - Good feeling.
I started my own after I saw yours - you were the fuel that fumed for my creativity - thanks.
Uncle
written beautifully.....cant wait for the rest of the book
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