The Ephemeral
In my deep solitude I silently sit seeing the sun going down and meeting its horizon.
The twittering exhausted birds moving back to their nests. The flowers shrinking after a bright fragrant morning. The winds blowing gently and tossing me and moving in its own ways. The silence creeping everywhere expressing the elemental truth of the departure of everything existing.
My heart then wails deeply a silent sob and tears trickle down my face. It yearns lamenting its own sad tale. It then ignites a deep desire of meeting my soul mate.
I then marvel those moments spent together and sympathizes my inner being.
It gravitate me even closer to this maverick persona. The epitome being engraved an indelible mark on my heart. His glorious self and gentle charm with that tender smile on his face is all what is to recollect in my deep solitude.
The profound impact of him on my soul. The deep anguish inside can all be heard and felt by this mystical girl lost in the eternal oblivion.
Comments
Remember the Jaane tu ya jaane na song - "Raat ke baat hi to sabera hota hai". You could have ended it on a slightly +ve note. Visit the site ibnlive.com and read the blogs by Rajdeep Sardesai. You would get an idea about the contrasts.
On a lighter side, "I" should not ve verbs ending with 'S' ;)
Ciao!