A story not told for long, a story not so long
Of a wild flurry, of a reverie wind
Ridiculing the unavailing time so faultlessly witnessing
At the untamed moment, at my imagination, at her yearning eyes
A wild droplet that first taunted her
A wilder one that pushed my love to the last page
A story not so long…
Of a trembling her seeking a home to hide from her fear
Of a severe sky that rained as if it had never traumatized anyone
Razing every place she could go, closing every way she never wanted to go
And of an inexperienced day that was destined to die a thousand year old
It was just a short story that occupied my life forever
Till this day whenever I close my eyes
Like the first breath I inhaled
And it is all I have in this story
A story that was never told
So equivocally remembered yet, so clearly felt till this moment.

Dark rows of black clouds, waiting for an order to charge
Helplessly fighting the mandate of being so tall
Like that mundane moment that was so limitlessly high and divine
Like the rage that didn't care who it was burning
Like the burn that quenched the slave within
It all faded much before the faith in me started trusting
It all rowed down much before the wave makes its presence felt
All in vain, all in the trustless time of the real day
The day that consisted mean hours and blind evil earth
All in vain, all in a day's ruthless temptation
A story was written, a tale was painted
In the words a very few will cry when told
By the colours a very few could read
A story not so long, not so short
Which filled my life forever
Leaving me stranded in her thoughts
Leaving me alone with this unfinished solitude
Leaving me with this story that will never be written
Never to be read, never to be felt by anyone
Yet, someone somewhere must be accepting its existence
The existence that will never let you live.

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