CONFINED!

She knew the path she had chosen to pursue was complicated as entangled strands of creeper on a dense tree. Yes he resembled like broken pieces of fragile glass which did hurt her every time she had picked up a piece, but she believed even broken pieces make most admiring compositions. She was prepared for undying efforts to regain him every time like the Phoenix that had  been flaming up in his own fire. She wished to be reason of his smiles, desire of his heart, enduring hope in his eyes, least revive of his veins. The only thing that was bothering her was did she often reminded him of his past unknowingly? She never raised this question to him fearing his answers might shatter her completely or took her by unexpected surprise. Her perceptions for love were different; love doesn’t always happen, sometimes it is necessary to built it stone by stone making it stronger with time eventually. Coating her feelings with drapes of care and concern had become her trait the day she placed those transparent fortifications around her. But he already had invaded them conquering her feelings, and it had befallen much harder to cover up her reactions. She continued watching that candle flame flickering tearing out the surrounding darkness, just like his existence in her life. She knew the facts he could never be hers, she had ultimately chosen to fall for the wrong one as usual. But the only thing differed was he had become reason of her survival now, he owned her soul, and this time she had surrendered it without battle willingly accepting to be confined for lifelong.

Speck Of Her!

Being away from her, his survival apart from oxygen depended on excerpts she wrote to him every night. They worked on as the ventilator on his conscience had been lifted and he could breathe again freely. Though he hated she would be up all night wearing that raspberry coloured framed specs constantly screwing herself over with paper and pen with coffee and cigarettes aside, he loved those morning wake up excerpts. His start of day could be no best rather than reading them. He would feel her narrating each word as he pursued along them. He could often feel at what phrases she would have readjusted her specs, clutched her hairs up, got up for more coffee, wandered in balcony, shifting her positions to be more comfy, covering up in blanket unnecessarily, lighten up a cigarette, chewed back of her pen, crinkled her nose at redefining, bit her nails rethinking, pressed her head for refining, lastly confining her heart in those sentences. She always had tried to pour soul to those mere words. They never reflected hollowness. He now could define all her commas, question marks, exclamations, even full stops with abrupt closures. He knew the facts that he was dwelling on a season which though was as beautiful as rainy ones, eventually will pass on with time. He pondered over further that even though season goes away, it does come back too. His fears subsided by the good vibes thinking about it. And he again started a day with fresh contagious smile which she loved. Probably she will always, whisphered his inner voice and his smile widened even more.

 

P.S. : Am really opting to steal your diary! Be Aware! Thank you for being my first inspiration stranger.