The spark was always there. A fire had to break out some day for sure. A feel of guilt adding fuel constantly; A fear of getting insulted instantly; a sense of oneness always hovering around; Of those frantic attempts failing and myself falling apart; with the glimmer of hope still inviting, i did not see what was very near and dear. On any day, weighing the words, i will lay down everything and surrender- in her court. A place that she has preserved intact, not heeding to all those i threw at her. A vast world filled with dreams, a wide range of thoughts to live through, of the power women hold in them- to turn the tide completely, like what she did.
Saturday, 6 July 2013
Scarring lives all along, there were several names he was better known for. Scaring people everywhere, his presence was better not known of. Absence is inevitable. Not so soon. Not until he sees the dawn. Flying high are the angels; soaring high were his fears. Angels swoop down once in a while, scooping whatever is left in him. Later, the angels would remain, "up above the sky so high, like a diamond in the sky". But, what of him? What would be left of him if the days are to get complex with the years to come?!