Better Beginnings

Better Beginnings

Her vehemence of love for him she yet wasn’t aware of…Love the exotic weed…Weed that was now sown within her, was growing wild, and crossing boundaries which it shouldn’t have… But a weed no matter how exotic its undesirable for others…The soil where it grows never complains, but others do, the weed is unwanted…Alas!! Her ardency, her delight, her fondness, her sentiment, had to end, the weed had to be uprooted…But the soil where it was sowed still nurtured its seeds quietly, hiding it from the world with a hope someday someone will value its worth  ……

 

She sat across me, her sensuality was striking, engrossed in her thoughts. Her brown eyes and suppressed lips, and her thoughts. .I wondered what her thoughts must be about. It definitely wasn’t work, it definitely wasn’t about organising daily chores… It evidently was more than ordinary. Our eyes have a strange ability sometimes to speak what we refrain to talk. As she was musing; her eyes, were prankish, were lustful, her eyes were holding an image she loved most…  And then suddenly I could see her teary eyes and she holding her breath to be able to gulp down the sorrow and have a perfect blank poise again…

 

It’s not a sacrifice  and it’s not a compromise at all … It’s just a pain which you believe you can survive with ;a lesser degree of pain ;the preferred pain of letting a loved one go rather than the pain , that both suffer, while being in love …

 

Have you ever heard of any mermaid getting drowned by the ocean …have you ever heard of a flower stung by a bee … Have you ever heard of cloud burnt by the sun … That is how pure love is…they two belonged to two different worlds yet truly in love; separated by definitions set by the world; but there love unified them.. Unharmed….

 

Intrigue, Fling…What was it? Different perceptions, varied ideations, isn’t it? Two people with each other, she told a story of intrigue, and he boasted of his fling…And then, End!!! Her story ends vowing never to have an intrigue ever again… His story ends hoping to someday find a beautiful intrigue tale…

His every word was a spell. The spells that amazed her, hypnotized her. With him she flew to places she had never fancied. He was her prince and he a wizard. A gimcrack wizard who stole hearts. But she was a desirous ruler. Be spelled, robbed yet she ruled that enchanted all…