That was the first blow that kid faced.
The fear that struck his mind that day never gone out of it... the dreamy mind...
The dark clouds, dry leaves flying, crying of birds... better to say so...
Now, dropped... once, twice, many a time.
The sky, sometimes gets it's old dark color back,
That scary thought comes again...
When I'll be free of it Kid thinks.
That day wind came a bit softly, sun was up in the sky.
But they were dry. Any ways that was new for the Kid... Again the kid fell in love.
That dry love...
Sucked each and every drop of sensuality it had.
Something, some one, some.....
That day came...
The Kid was still there, dry, steady, but still not strong.
Drenched in love,
The dark sky never arrives,
The dark sky arrives... with life, with out fear.
Kid is in love, for the first time unknowingly...
Just the fear of loosing it...
Whenever it arrives... that someone blows the love wind in the Kid...
The loosing of fear... Its Lost.
It will be a sloppy one for others I guess so. But if you read this first, it won't be much of a problem.
ReplyDeleteThe perspective lies like this, when some one is betrayed for many a time, it tries hard to find some air, that moment even a breeze seems to be a cyclone to that fellow, but when nothing like that it expects happens, it gets devastated.
But at some point of life some one comes truly to be with it forever.