A Sad Feather
Feathers, yes these light feathers are just like those magnanimous light moments which seem to sit at the corner of the room and stare me back, literally stare. No sharing of glances just a constant stare. They create a random presentation of pictures changed continuously. These feathers have always been beautiful. Irrespective of their belongingness to a bird they are beautiful. These memories are also beautiful in their own way. Remains of these memories are just happy moments which directly shoots the pain inside. This unbearable pain seems to trickle down my vein leaving me all embarrassed by the past I had.
Feather which seemed to be beautiful is beautiful but painfully beautiful.
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