And so the destroyer , the destructive reaper who carries a cynical grin on his granite surfaced cheekbones , with his eyes leaking venom instead of life , fell for the very crop he had cut for destruction . The little formidable crop whose tears are invisible to the destroyer , however , had this invisible effect and power on the reaper to make him save the very crop he had cut in spite . The avenger might enjoy the ruthless night giving him invitations to open and ruin brocades of hearts laid in front of him as adventures . But how long will the avenger discover and destroy? How long will he not feel that his own dark castle he has made for himself is not the least bit friendly with him?How long will the dark knight feel the stiffness of the white sheets on his bed to respond in silent whimpers when they have to touch his stony skin or feel his presence? How long will the destroyer face the wrath of being who he is? He needs light , despite destroying it and rejecting it. And the light's force was such that it reached out to him without his intention , and despite his rejection . He broke his light's heart , but if anyone dares to even trespass her path of shine, he will be more ruthless than he is seeming to be . How can he not? Cruel reapers are the ones who cared too much once upon a time , right? But , at the end of the day , does that basic layer of affectation and care ever go away forever despite the storms?
Silent love touches and beats within one the most and makes one understand the vigour and pain of both souls especially when the love is so silent in its language. Isn't that how they are? Their love being portrayed never needed physicality . It just speaks another story through its silence and unintended words through their actions for each other. It illustrates a story of nature. Madhu wanted to vent her feelings to the guy who destroyed her , cause whatever he is , he is her home . He always will be. She silently passes him the ointment , cause that is what she is for him . A beautiful withered pink flower that heals all the thorns of this cactus. He withered her petals and yet he offers her water - a sign of helping her withered petals bloom. How ironic. They are a beautiful paradox , aren't they? He wants to help her but he has lost the right. It hurts when you want to reach out to someone and yet there is this invisible barrier in between that you yourself are responsible for.
As for the title dedicated to them..it is a song that reminds me of them. :D