Walking on the span along with the frail aura,
She walked and her trail followed her wherever she stepped
With the sparkle of her solitaire she hid her eyes,
With the silken hair lock she drew the beauty of hues towards her.
She paused to touch the few dusty dewdrops on the rose petal she saw,
She could see the sky dancing to the tune of the bee,
She tapped her feet to the tune as well,
As her silk like gown adopted her tiptoed steps.
She suddenly withdrew herself from the color,
She intermitted to see the fragile imperfect perfection.
She tried to walk towards the dark, towards it.
She tried to lift her dress and run to reach.
She didn’t want to close her eyes, it might just vanish,
She didn’t want to touch it; it might just get hurt,
She didn’t want to hold it, it might just break,
She kept staring without even blinking, that was safe.
Slowly she gathered herself and approached it,
As she reached, it withdrew and the distance heightened.
She couldn’t solve the puzzle, but couldn’t stop herself either,
That darkness copped her heart without her knowing of it.
She got hooked to this drug but couldn’t feel it,
She got addicted but couldn’t get it as hers,
She claimed that reflection to be hers but couldn’t own it,
It belonged to her but did not have the conviction hold it forever.
…and she couldn’t move forward…life hit the stop button for her, forever…she couldn’t move towards it and couldn’t retreat back either…
Life is so unpredictable, we get attached to unreachable and impossible apparitions and those moments that make us weep the most are the ones we want to cling on forever.
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