I was sitting on this monstrous grey rock, in my sanctuary the winds were whispering in my ears, Clouds repel as my eyes reach the mighty blue sky, a luminous, sparkling figure emerged And softly uttered…’the future awaits for no man who dissolve in pathetic fear’. I exhale my worries to the holy atmosphere, my vision was merely clear. The godly creature stretched wings, levitated my soul and god was near.‘Dear’…a voice excited my eardrum, ripples to my cochlea, said ‘Dear leave life according to god’s criteria’ ‘Dear’…she said, ‘use your power before it disappears’ Then she disappeared, the motionless clouds energetically drifting I missed a heart-beat, attempting to escape the rear swallowed by fear like a deer. I extended my room of thought, I didn’t need builders Lost in a moment, I sighed….drums on her chest louder and louder as I got near. She came back, I saw her with my mental eyes…I questioned, ‘How can a saint become a killer?’ Anger running in my blood vessels, a clause escaped my mouth ‘How can a loser become a winner?’ I tighten my fist, my eyes squinted, and deeply I inhaled ‘Can summer omit winter?’ I will reach the horizon when the inferior become the leader, I know readers are leader and leaders are reader…. Mistakes made me so I am saint but a sinner… My conscience asked, ‘WHEN IS YOUR GRASS GETTING GREENER?’ In a flash riding the winds she came back and said ‘When you realised that you are a winner’…..
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 10:56:55 +0000
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