Isolated Self.....!!

A tale of a girl in the normal world, everything seemed to be okay but her. She was trying to get away from the world. The lonely feeling was groping her and fragile heart. She couldn't tell it to anybody as they seemed to be her foes. Everyday is just passing by her with a force of crudity and happiness would stand by and laugh at her. 

The nights would bring her all sorts of pain with the tears being the main. She would recall the preceding and would end her life with a full slice. With numb with pain, the time passed by she was sinking in the big ocean of loneliness. She made her heart die keeping her soul alive for the next day she knew everyone would know.... the tale of a girl who just felt lonely! The smile never knew its way on her face, the happiness never knew its way to her heart the only thing that got into her exterior was the pain so far. She was not quiet yet her voice was not heard. She was not happy yet her sorrow was never noticed. She was silent not because she was weak but because others were not strong enough. All she wants is someone to take care but all she gets is no one standing there.

Embarking on a new..........Me

She startled herself awake and made her heart feel the jitters. With a pat of past and a glimpse of future she pinched herself to be wide open for the change. She watched it sinking into her mind. Though so happy, as a emotion, she was not able to understand the rest. The sadness, fear, complexes asking her the questions of why. Was it something worst, something bad or was it something out of this world good for her. The thoughts were with the screaming dreads and full round of questions. Not understanding the nature in its good way, she was trying to take a plunge into the deep sea of unknown things. The rush that was shooting up and down her brain lanes were giving her concerns about the untouched spheres. Till now she was quite numb to all the things happening into her surround. She use to refrain from any changes. And as the shift jitters making their way....!!

The breathing out of a soul......

She was quiet, she was silent. She was waiting for the last stang. She was not knowing where to stop and how to stop. She wanted her heart to know that it's over or it should be over. She kept on telling herself to go on until the last ounce of her weak and fragile heart would break. It broke, it scattered and it shelled out a thousands of small pieces which she did not know she was breaking. She, again like ever, tried to put it back. She tried to see the broken pieces again even though she knew she was not going to get them. But the pieces were, being the most cruel, kept falling apart. They called to her, just to remind her of the misery and pain that they brought to her. Her soul was trying to get up from her own body leaving it dry and strewing it till the last bit. Was she going to start a new or was going to end herself, not to be alive.....ever again.....

Winged...

She was flowing with the water and flying with the wind. She was taking it all in. Life keeping her hollow after all the pouring in uncertainties. The ups and downs were so deep that she was not able to understand how much to rise and how much to fall. Was letting go an option or holding it in one? The questions left unanswered makes her inhibitions more stronger. Does her needs and wishes mean anything to him? Does she not being there would change him? Life was showing her a strange way out of this. Her absence would do wonders was the one. Her non existence would make him change. But what is the use of doing all this when she would not be around to see him change, grow and emerge a new. What would all this pain mean if she has to leave without even knowing the outcome? Does her absence really mean this much.......??

Delirious....

Flown with the wind were her strengths and metier. With the soaked voice, she was calling out to someone who was not able to hear it. She had a frame, a picture perfect which depicted the real lady in her. She was a clad in the thought of making it come true. Her thoughts, so strong and bold fencing in the mammoth of emotions inside. She was refraining from the changes in her. She wanted to remind herself of what she was....the way she was. She was struggling with her own self to make her believe she was the same. The palate of her life was once filled with the colors of life, freedom, happiness and thrill. Did she spill the palate all over or was it her determinations that led her to ruin them. What was so enormously wrong that she didn't even care about herself and get bumped against the biggest hurdle....superficial self. What use to be was not just a passing memory. The colors seem to react harshly to the exposure. The only solidest striker was the one at the back.....The Black!!!