She walked with pretendence resembling an inflated nothing.She stopped and smiled resembling a frown.She broke and cried resembling a prayer.She confused herself with the person she never was,still..she looked hopefully at the person she might have been.She held herself collecting all the little 'hers'..consuming all the little 'hers'.She didn't speak,She couldn't.She wasn't dumb either.She melted and spread the liquid her,got herself wet..and some more.But she dried the other her..she slowly learnt to.She lied naked among her other naked selves.All looking at eachother helplessly..and suddenly paused to hear a cry..one of them had died.Some wept,and a few smiled ungratefully resembling death.
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3 comments:
A few of her probably died, and a few were born. She couldn't grieve, she couldn't own. She is both eternal and ephemeral. One day, she would be gone. But till then, as you live, she continues to exist.
nice one.
@ phoenix
:) i have never been able to resist pain..they are so addictive..the more u have the more u want..atleast they promise to come..and keep coming.
Sometimes its best to not recogize pleasures,they are decieving,they anyway have to leave..anyday.(!)
very nice..very well written !
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