She has left him equally poised.He can either be drifted out by a single tear drop.Or he can stand still in a storm.
Wherever I go, they trail behind.
An oil lamp burning at his home’s doorway.It can’t be seen from him.It has gone tarnished in the city’s dazzle.
All those are narrated to you are not true stories.
But there are some which are definitely true.
And she once turned and looked at him.
She shouldn’t be ashamed of not fulfilling her promises.
Whenever she faces a mirror.
Neither anyone residing in it,
Nor it could be sold to anyone.
My heart has now become like a tattered house.
It was her innocence or brutality.She dissected my pair of wings and saidNow you are free.
He is a Desert having lust of water.She is a Cloud,which will never rain there.
He watched her for a tiny second.It was a fault of a moment by him.And his Centuries got punished.