The breathe was high and tough
The thoughts were Blur and Rough
Desired to utter about his feelings were a miss
He never had the habit of expressing his abyss
To whom will he rely, say or cry
There were none for him to give a try
Betting that he had played his parts and portions
He was Getting into numerous answers for no questions
Nothing was wrong between the duo
After a week of no talks he didnt had any wind-up to show.
Shattered like a Broken mirror he was;
Choosed to stay lonely, so nobody disturbs for his favourite pass time!
Recalling her pretty face, lustful eyes or wide pink lips or the moments of thier aliveness like playing in the rain or embracing on the small couch and sniffing the scent of her hair and falling asleep in the pleasant aroma …
Sometimes he turned aggressive;
How can this be thier end ?
Or concluded this is the way thier life was destined!
Perception were pinching him all day’s in his nights, He couldnt get over her or didnt desired to get over the bitter verity.
Tried to recollect all the pretty or silly article the pair accomplished together
He had her no more in his life!
But still everything of her in his life……
Always tried doing something big for fame of their name, a normal book keeper of less knowledge of his work, had his mind repeatedly hovering on articles which nobody knew!
He played as a hubby and a father of 3 children for a good part of his life.
It was Mirage which help them out of this tragedy-Happiness was the word for mirage. It was a married life for them but not for the world, she proved herself quite a caring and romantic wife and on the other hand her husband worked whole day to earn their living to manage their simple but complicated life. The kids were never born or existed however they saw the same vision from different eyes! It was good act of Life or Love which made one mirage visible to the duo.
Its a matter of feelings that one have for other that we call trust , loyalty or the abstract which has no defination.Every time i peeped in her water glossed eyes i always sensed curiosity to be believed,I did believed everything even i knew it was a lie.Many times sweet to smile on or sometimes bitter – hard to digest,still I made my enzymes strong enough to believe every lie she said. My heart made my brain his own bunny that my brain stop conflicting with him and flew in the direction my heart wanted.After a long time being i think that was all bull shit ! But again it was redirected because i enjoyed the small phase of my beautiful life.
I sleep when i am Awake
I think when i am in Sleep
Illusion is what makes me Alive
Its me Calm and Original.