The dignity of my work shalt retain, the honesty belongs to me. Its the hidden, under toned gestures of a Friend. One day when I had set on the discolored blood red carpet of your house, I wondered who would fetch me first; your mother, brother...oh! It was you...My friend. I wasnt too hard to open...Greetings from India”, wonderfully clasped in the morning dust of an Indian mail, I made love to the western winds of airways...made a safe landing, the world is my wonder. As I went through what my friend from India had to say. I rested to share some forty-five minutes of Me with you... I ended with a tragedy, somehow never understood what they meant??? I was decided to be left out with a broken heart; some memories fit enough to break me. Love, whatsoever, an absolute was too hard to explain. The coffee flavored clusters of my dreams, I often dream running through the woods of Alaska...holding myself to reality, the apple boughs were lost somewhere within me. I still try to find them in your smile, sometimes, they show up... in your laughter. All strange wonders had befallen upon me with love you bestowed, but you opted to leave when I was destined to live, with you. I often wonder what endless journeys of a Magi had him say, “Can live a woman true, and faire?”... When I see my broken home, echoing your haunting shares in my closet, an infant hungry for its mothers love...I get my answer. At last, it was about success but faith, a thin line...It was about us, and this relationship was an unholy detachment which left me with scars that will take time to heal. We have created a small world of ours, your cynical frame is fading away now for my son is living my dream, and me his selflessly, with love. You probably can tell me where human emotions can fluctuate with ambitions, how a man can sustain the jeopardy of life. “The sign of a city cell, the bars of a mans patience... Its all a bad dream...an angel had to stay in the resentful sound of Freedom...” No danger can pull me down now; my conviction on life has made me strong enough to withstand. Your face which once reflected in my eyes…It’s is replaced of my son’s forever. With the suggestiveness of virtual death declining on me, it’s a new life. His dreams are mine. Your lover is dead, a father is born. And last, till you write…it’s already our end. [Feel Free to comment.....]
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 16:31:36 +0000
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