Tuesday, 12 April 2016

107 : The night called...

Incomplete.

A so-called strong, egotistic and stubborn individual once and only once decided to bend a little. Myopic eyes did not allow a sharp vision. And the vision was interesting enough to bend.

Crunch took quite a bit of effort. The dip was a result of a merger between the tough backbone, the fat overflowing paunch, and most importantly the head. And the myriad emotions that flowed through it.

Vision was beautiful. Completely warranted the bend. But in a few seconds the vision was lost. Vanished into thin air. But the bend stuck forever. Vision was laughing its guts out. Head tried to follow the sound.

But it was all over by then. Just that the emotions were anyway out. The head was already bent. Backbone stayed stiff in the place. The person walked off into eternity- a lost, bent and a 'lost' soul.

Darkness prevailed. Was the vision worth it? Or was the darkness that defined the night better?

There was pleasure in the unknown Beauty in the rhetoric.

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