If???
It was not his ominous desire to bring hazard in my path. It was I, chose it to happen.
It was the darkness, devoured everything, even the shadow of my pet cat . Now under the drizzle I was among all broken dreams to rebuild the castle for the Prince of Heaven. I startled first, took a tip of earth there,inhaled the smell of air, discovered unhealthy particles and looked at his eyes. Can I again help the country to chirp and experience the aroma of lotus?
Why not? His expressive eyes were replying.
He was in meditation I thought. I looked towards the horizon where the devil just went away from his eyes destroying everything.
I tried to make a plan. I got my long lost pencil of copper age. It was not sharp, still I found it full of hope.
The atmosphere was dusty. He was silent. He was in meditation. I brought the half broken slate not far away from me. It was not empty. The child who was alive before some hour was inside the ground somewhere with all dreams and sketches of life. Over the slate there was a drawing of a half erased house.
"Peaceful", I thought.
The feeling of home that was perished in my heart emerged with the desires to pause a little.
Can we again rebuild?
I put the broken pencil in my pocket and with a broken brick tried to make the drawing visible. I wished it to help him for his remaking plan. Sometime wishes become real. I put the slate before him and turned to return back to my own earth.
The night sky in between the clouds and rain was the fairy land with diamonds everywhere. I was flying to my home land leaving the Prince who had kidnapped me to the shortly half bombarded earth. Of course I had no reason to remember him. His act was not pious and to forget him was the only escape from his thought. But, his last appeal to rebuild his earth was deeper in my heart.
How could I help to a soul I was hating. ..
Just I wanted to forget. The orange yellow my earth was gleaming not so far.
I spread my tired wings to reach home.
It was not his ominous desire to bring hazard in my path. It was I, chose it to happen.
It was the darkness, devoured everything, even the shadow of my pet cat . Now under the drizzle I was among all broken dreams to rebuild the castle for the Prince of Heaven. I startled first, took a tip of earth there,inhaled the smell of air, discovered unhealthy particles and looked at his eyes. Can I again help the country to chirp and experience the aroma of lotus?
Why not? His expressive eyes were replying.
He was in meditation I thought. I looked towards the horizon where the devil just went away from his eyes destroying everything.
I tried to make a plan. I got my long lost pencil of copper age. It was not sharp, still I found it full of hope.
The atmosphere was dusty. He was silent. He was in meditation. I brought the half broken slate not far away from me. It was not empty. The child who was alive before some hour was inside the ground somewhere with all dreams and sketches of life. Over the slate there was a drawing of a half erased house.
"Peaceful", I thought.
The feeling of home that was perished in my heart emerged with the desires to pause a little.
Can we again rebuild?
I put the broken pencil in my pocket and with a broken brick tried to make the drawing visible. I wished it to help him for his remaking plan. Sometime wishes become real. I put the slate before him and turned to return back to my own earth.
The night sky in between the clouds and rain was the fairy land with diamonds everywhere. I was flying to my home land leaving the Prince who had kidnapped me to the shortly half bombarded earth. Of course I had no reason to remember him. His act was not pious and to forget him was the only escape from his thought. But, his last appeal to rebuild his earth was deeper in my heart.
How could I help to a soul I was hating. ..
Just I wanted to forget. The orange yellow my earth was gleaming not so far.
I spread my tired wings to reach home.
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