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Beauty steals Pride each and every sec by her heart and knits a new fairytale.
Alone she lay down , on her silk pillows quietly under the warm velvety quilt - weaving her fairy basket of dreams to celebrate the happy moments of life. The deep concentric circles of ice blue that could melt mountains. She was smiling in her sleep and his heart lights up with a million stars of warmth. The Beauty always loves to live in the clouds of love because blazing with colors of passion surrounds her little beautiful bridge to live on. She is beautiful , she is a girl full of spirits where her soul sprints in the meadows of roses and bluebells. Her soft sang sweet lullabies is enough to glow up Pride's grave dark life into blooming lanterns where he himself gets lost in her fairytale orb. As a story teller tells him a new story of life. The pride can't help but smirk. How does she do that , he asks her. She pleasantly smiles and conveys its her soft pure heart. The Beauty ran off - teasing , hopping like a butterfly , cheering everyone is like a mixture of strength runs in her veins as an effervescent bubbles.
And the soulmates meet because the moment they born their fate already etched the names on their foreheads forever. Isn't it ? Its kinda a knot of vow which preserves their love in bad and good times both. Till the death love pledges even if torn away right from the start stand they does altogether , where they can protect each other from any hurricanes of life. Today , when Beauty broke off her auspicious money bank and glided down underneath the bed to collect her silver coins - equivalent to her happy tinkling wind chimes - she feels nothing couldn't be comparable as her small things of love. Its transparent as crystal clear fine water. Just as a cute doll who reserves her stars and moon in the fluffy blankets every night on the trust of becoming true.
Little does the lost beauty know that across the barriers of life , love , pain , tears or lost things the Angelic pride has been watching her. Every time , she has tumbled , he has been around to save her from the fall. Everytime she has dreamt of him , he has kissed her goodnight through his heart. Every new morning she has awaken he touched her silently through words , through rant or sometimes with gentleness. Even giving the hard looks he has always prayed Beauty's contented life forever. So , why not today ? There was no one in the room , no more fake screen plays to act though one thing exist behind all the hidden wounds and that is , ' LOVE'. As he bend down over the knees , his voice echoed in her heart. The love which didn't increased his blood pressure neither made him sulk as a forgotten warrior nor roared like a wounded lion. He was all calm , refined , horizontal with feelings. His hand shadowed , rescued her - but not only over her head it was a pledge from Pride's heart that he'll always be there with her through the light and dark and put it up on a spark , through the suffering and pain he will be the shelter for the rain through the Lightning and storm because he's an umbrella to keep her warm right from the beginning to the end. Such as a power of true love it makes you to forget who you were and which paths you should lead to now. Her childish innocence , her naivete , her girlhood has make out a woman who strangely feels connected to a man in that one moment of passionate cruelty and the kindness that followed subsequently. Her heartbeat stopped with a delicate touch of his hand - that calms her - that guides her exact stairway goes to his heart directly. Beauty understood his care , protection cannot be fake as she sees his pattern being set with anxiety.
The last montage was the game Business deal v/s Business deal. So , why don't you think she can be good at it while playing it ? It can be. Definitely. The 300 rupees loan by writing a chit as an evidence was merely a first step of Trust. She did that because she knows Pride only understands the philosophy of debit/credits and sometimes in life to make learn the basic principles to the person you've to put mutual objective so that it can help in enlightening the internal depth of relationship.
How ? Take a look. Suppose a 5 year old child doesn't know how to operate the key function of a toy so don't you think the very first point you'll give him to twist it is to be with your own handling procedure ? Yes. It is. Same as , pride is that old little lost child who is still running in dark circles of love-life , who still needs clarification from the depth to recognize one's passing words. Therefore , beauty has activated the same connotation in his brain with plain indirect hit. The time has arrived to build the tower of faith and indulgent within one another. So off she goes , pride standstill in big-eyed melting pools , bewilderment whacked - whereby Beauty silently wrote a note for him. ' She is here to make his life bright and help him to breathe out now'. She's crazy , she's little bit jovial but its her melted , untainted innocence which makes soulmates complete eternally. To hold on and never let it go off. She steals pride from Pride , just to reassure her feelings and herself that he's with her always and ever.
And what about that color composition which fabricated by Beauty to the Pride ? He's black and she is pretty yellow. She came out as a sunflower in his dark , dull life - shining , blossoming , flipping and making his incomplete holes of life into joyful ride of ecstasy. Beauty is the yellowish petals where pride is a the dark brown center part of the sun-drenched flower. Every night , days , mins , secs , hours these petals protect its dark side from being gloomy and gives an outer shine of rays 24/7 as for the dark brownish side plays a vast role here. Its shields the flower from every corners because the little sunny flower is nothing without having any pillar beside. He covers up , wraps up in arms from the outside stones and cold people. The dark side fear and alarms that no one could every pluck my any petal.
One fine day , the sunflower will wipe away all his gloominess the multi-hued colors in his life gets filled with bright love.
So , hence. The beauty has banged to unchain pride's dark tunnel into purest mindset , so that he may acknowledge the definition of innocence cannot be overwritten as it happens only once in a lifetime. I want to see Pride's brain running like F-16, yes everything builds gradually , start sets out now.
The changing Colors of life. Round 3 begins.
Emotions Felt ( Pride and Beauty )
He sealed his heart, leaving it as dark as coal.
But the end of times could no foresee,
This unknown curse that'd been placed upon him.
A curse so powerful he became so cold,
But the end of times could no foresee,
This unknown curse that'd been placed upon him.
A curse so powerful he became so cold,
He still sees her beauty the one he adored
From the moment he saw her, claimed her love his reward
She guards his heart with innocence, her loyalty intense
Her unwavering faith strengthens his confidence ,
They have their rough moments but one thing is sure
While they lives through the trials, their love remains pure
From the moment he saw her, claimed her love his reward
She guards his heart with innocence, her loyalty intense
Her unwavering faith strengthens his confidence ,
They have their rough moments but one thing is sure
While they lives through the trials, their love remains pure
She sees his affectionate care , he feels her soft pure heart,
He makes her feel as she more beautiful, like she all he wants to see,
When his hand touches her , there's this tingle feeling she get inside,
He makes her feel so loved , and now she know that doesn't need to hide,
When his hand touches her , there's this tingle feeling she get inside,
He makes her feel so loved , and now she know that doesn't need to hide,
Do they know they completes their world? Life, love, happiness,
Yet all he's wanting is her touch of love so he can truly hold.
Yet all he's wanting is her touch of love so he can truly hold.
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