Specs of lightening fill her room and her heart with dread
The leaves, she hears them rustle
She closes her eyes shut in the hope to walk past the gloom
Her pillow helplessly binds my vision
But, it's all the same
A five year in her has been fighting since decades.
She tries to hold onto the belief
That all would end like a nightmare
But, the thunder in it's ferocious gaze
Withers her soul
And she sinks back in time
She decides to fight no more
She stares at the blank walls shadowing her dread
And as lightening strikes, she let's her brittle heart break apart
The shattering sound within her drowns what the thunder holds!
The one thing that I always had dreamt of as a kid was to have a caravan that could take me to places.I always wanted a gypsy styled life. The idea itself mesmerized me to the extent that I kept dreaming of it the whole time not even realising how it was time which kept on rolling but I stood exactly at the same place, my dreams could never concretize. What was laughed at as a childish game was so important to me that I keep doodling it in my memory till now. I see a meadow, lush green with those small daffodils growing by, perhaps Wordsworth's daffodils! Then I see a girl, her wild unkept hair sailing in the gentle breeze. She has a smile which speaks of solitude, and her heart , well that's swelling with happiness as he looks at her caravan, after all she finally has a life on wheels. What more could she wish for, what more can anyone wish for? It's not always that we get to live a life we conceived as a kid, life keeps on deciding our track. From what we liked doing...
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