We Met at the Last Damn Night
We are all strange….
Sometimes I laugh on my own self and what I want and
what I get. Nothing more than a dream that has a happy ending. But still it’s
just a dream.
You meet certain people that are somehow rare and
precious too. No matter what your intention is you are taking them for your own
survival. Its not only about meeting people but the time when u accidentally get
into.
Now what to make it, a fairy tale to tell all or a devil’s
story to fright them all. Let me take this as a cute, small and beautiful story
that may arouse the feelings from inside.
A girl has beautiful world inside her, and even if she
is caged in her real life, she goes into it. There is love, harmony, peace and
tranquility abandoned in her own world. Just as if she met a stranger and then
it was all a turning point for her own life. That started to interfere with her
thoughts emotionally physically. It is for sure dangerous when it get you involved soully too.
Remember! when he said to her MAY THIS BIRD GET WHAT SHE WANTS!
It was just a small statement, but believe me it gave
her the courage to speak up. She started lifting her wings open to him. She even
thought of getting caged by him only. How selfish was she to get love in
exchange of her own prison! Is love so worth it as to sacrifice own freedom
even? Does it have the power of SURVIVAL even prisoner? I think it was what she believed
and she believed it as told to her.
It was just a as strength to her. That she needed a
support to rise up again to breathe, to let her self-free not even form the world
but her own tangled thoughts.
At the end of the day no one is too old for a fairy tale.
Once in our lives we encounter it, once in a while this life which we call ordinary,
gives love to start your own fairy tale.
But what happened then?
Ponder on it!
Have you heard the noise of a train coming to station? Just sit silently and listen to every blow of whistle that it makes, It will
touch your soul. That man came same way! Touched her entire soul and left marks
on her body and signs of bruises.
She tried to hide it from the world outside
but no she was helpless. Just think on it as how she took her lonesome voyage and
found a companion and at the end, she was so blind or what happened that she
could not recognize him. Was she really blind or was that man no where to
found?
Wherever she travels now she knows each one of you. Just
as she knows that every mile of the railroad track takes her back home alone.
She sits quietly and travel from one place to another
want to be caged again. Do anyone wishes
to open her heart and listen to her. As to the same sound of the train that gets its engine blowing whistle from one town to another.
One thing is for sure that she is immortal in her
constant pace from one journey to another. She is a fairy that travels through
spaces unknown and she is a sound of pain and peace both.
Let me share the lines that I wrote feeling all this!
Station!
Your face becomes
the last faint flicker of train
as it passes through the spaces unknown
A noise like thunder
Till You arrive solitary, solitary passenger
At the Dark Quite station!
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