Posted:
31st January 2012
This is what is called 'Love' . When you give away your Heart, Soul & Mind.
' A person never gets afraid of death, infact he'd only get petrified by loosing his Love '. And, according to the fact, that's what Arnav does today. Feeble, scared, tentative feeling breathe out of his body. His Heart nagging & thumping, restiveness takes over his Soul and mind, as the pebbles of the seas, crashed his feet up and down if he didn't run away. A cold heart man, being fretful, being stammered, a disconsolate grief enfolded him in the Black Triangle, he broke-off all the Golden gates of his Life and runs away, runs away and runs away ...
And yet again, he speeded-up & landed on his Cruiser to nowhere over the darkened paths, as he was drowning into waves of seas, without knowing, believing where his paths to be pause for. He had no notion why he get thunder roars in his heart. He had no notion why he had broaden his wings and flew over the skies. While, a sparkle of burning fire alarmed his senses. As soon as his Fair-ears striked over the accident, and broken bangles. He wasn't any longer stayed as a control device, though eventually turned as a rampant toy whose Doll got devastated, shattered and he tries his level best to fix it, hunting for his Doll until and unless he gets her back, in his secure tower of strength, his arms, his compassion, and what's not other ? He could climb any pinnacle of the mountains, and swims in the deepest Ocean of the waves to get her back, by hook or by crook.
He had no visions why his golden apple color face had seized in coffin. For once, he was delectable to frame her in walk-away canvass, though this time being even more thunderous and oblivion he shook himself, for the Love, for the desires, for being wanted her, to catch her just one glance ... just one glance that she's alive, all right and in safe hands of her Life. They have traveled separate roads of Life, gathered different flowers, though yet the fragrance blows away , merged the two soulmates in one moon. There is no more wintry breezes routed this avenue, for the sounds of high beats echoed and transformed into the tranced breath, sounding furrows took over his breath. Love changes everything, Love rotates a compass of a person into an Innovative direction, whereby there person is yet fragile and unfamiliar to discover the theory of flickering feelings.
He didn't realized what he's doing. He didn't realized where he's leading to. He didn't realized the hollow feeling of his heart, just as smoothly, drifting away in his own mind as a scattered stones, lost shadows, loosen himself in the field of running, chasing the Blue lights, screaming out her name as though she's his most beloved. Yes, he elapsed his cruiser, attitude, way of living standards, rant and rave. For once, he was a King of Pride, who never forgets that being in a Cruiser is everything, theme of Life, theme of , to roll in money, which defines the definition of Well-known Status. Its Dead! While, he swiftly races away on the dark, gloomy roads by own foots like a wayfarer, a soul has been torn apart, only the sound of little bells of loosing her, topples down, rolls over on the lane only and only for her glimpse, the destiny of his Life, and runs away again and again and again ... He's not afraid to take the last breath, afraid to loose her, not afraid of anything else ... Standing all-alone is the midst of shadows, as it have been over the decades gone, bleeding in anguish, suffering, saturated in hopelessness , heart pounds into ribcage, struggling from own hollow masks, For the turmoil is too intense, unfathomable, making hum subtle and invisible.
The sound of silence grows, every minutes feels like a hour to pass on, the melody of Love faded away into the distance growls, the screams of silence is all that hops on his head. Even if to quarrel, even if to loathe, even if to disgrace, ... All he wanted her back, alive as a blooming flower. Its true that, he Loves her more than his own existence , still he can't equate the difference of his heart. A man who had kissed her, feels her absence and presence, clashes , makes challenges, learnt to smile, with her and the very next day every single thing sweeps out ? How could he do countenance on such rumination ? Its like, thundering and lightening raining all the night, he's standing beneath the shadows of umbrella, yet his bones impregnated with fear, on the sharp of brink cliff. Countless teardrops from his hay brown eyes, doesn't seem to be stopped, memories of past makes him even more breathless and ethereal for what he had done, he actually feel the epitome of loosing her. Silently professes, that she exist for him, he do feels the difference if she disappears from his sight, if ever, or now. A transparent confession, ' He can't let her go ever '. A heart that never ever feels the heavy pours of bleeding in Love, as he did to feel the same. Blackened ropes of fluster and emptiness, he transformed an avalanche of writhe, holding a broken bangle of his Doll, to make himself as equal to her angst, distress ... He's on his last breath to gulp it ... Face-formed as a Love-Lorn ...
She's his Life, her voice is his guiding path, her hand is his silken thread to hold on eternally, her strength is his shelter, her mischievous pranks is his passion to be awaken, her tears is his weakness, that he can't see it. Firmly, he has realized at first , he never cared who she was, now he doesn't know who he's without her. A broken soul seeking for the pieces to join altogether. A Kiss that changed his entire World, She held him he feels his heart awaken, She flamed a shine of love, he feels his soul born as new leaves. Slowly started to fade away as a nightmare, trapping up , residing in the agony of hell, broken and promptly shooking in chains of grief. Losted, wondered, she walked lightly into his Life, thereby his heart knows who she is, and what he's without her.
His world is crashing, mystically heart is being stabbed by knives, no more breaths, hands quivering, eyes lost its sight, body feels as some part has been engraved, the most excruciating moment of his life, who had never cared for anyone, never set his emotions free, never behold any girl beside him, never dreamt of any fantasies, has now clutched her Broken bangle, unconsciously, dead, & pouring blood lying underneath his hand, ignorant from his actions, descending himself in blood, grief-stricken, gotten trounced by his vindictive Providence, world spiraling out of control , nerves pounding , completely lost and darkness consumed his body, for he's no longer able to take this anymore, that he have Lost her. Thus, he'll standstill in the rains, dropping away all the pretense and pride in bins, merely a dark glow of desire, he wants to seek her out from any corners.
P.S - Barun Sobti! How should i define you in words ? I'm lack of my words honestly, to bring you in high-shines. You're the most Brilliant Actor I've ever seen in my Life. As a matter of fact, You're a precious Gem. Giving a standing Ovation to You. ❤️
