"Blow the candles, make a choice", I heard them cheer
I closed my eyes shut :confused , claustrophobic!
I smelt more of fear and less of hope,
"Yay baby, you gonna get it answered", they further added.
"But mm I…", the wind blew my words
I smiled, I often smile when words deceive me.
As I pushed the sheets towards my naked past
It sent shivers down my spine and pit belly
There it was coiled ready to raise it's hood
A thousand unsung tales of misery
Locked within a book called childhood.
They say it right, we can't fight past our past
I say, we are never out of it
It stays deep down raising it's hood
One sweeping chance and it hits you hard
How do I tell you , I could never make the wish
I never had the choice!
Isn't it strange how love binds people who are polar opposites! I have always believed love to be a faith which grows deeper each day as it is based on trust and the ability to hold on just like the waves hold on to the sea. The story is about two love birds who got caught in the web of love. He resembles the morning sunshine, shy yet bold enough to fight past the night's gloom. A deafening silence engulfing his soul. She is a tempest who gave his silence a shattering jolt. And just when the word impossible could have defined the bond they likely could have shared, the word split itself into " I am possible!" and a possibly, "I am possible" love story took birth. What interests me is the way they stand together, I have seen them fight, seen them suffer but that suffering has it's beauty of it's own where one cries and the other feels the pain (Okay, that was a cliche!) I was always attracted towards stories which had pain in the sense that it mad...
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