Hankering amidst incubus!


Marshes, pits and light air had embraced him and his thoughts. Oscillating between fantasy and the real world, his soul was being eaten away as his past was dawning upon him. The bearer of demented thoughts attacked him, challenging his happiness. All that which mattered - life, love, relation etc as he knew it, were now in a way being demolished.

With the feeling that the cosmos was crashing down on him, he woke up. He saw his surroundings - scattered clouds emblazoned vividly. Like the phoenix, the sun emerged from his dungeon of thoughts, the breeze washed away the dementors of the night. The trees which once looked like a giant monster with multiple limbs were now appearing as the most sensational creation of god. With the birds choiring up their symphony, he was pushed into another dream.

Cavorting of people outside the window lifted him out of his dream and then he saw someone. There was stranger who was with him all along, bearing an affectionate smile. The eyes of the stranger were narrating a story which was yet to be uncovered. A peck on the cheek by the stranger drifted him to another world but slowly the dream faded and making him realize where he was. With flowers around, various metallic bots humming a tone of melancholy, he adjusted his vision and saw the stranger. His girl. She was the only one in his fast paced and now a failing life on the bed.  

Having lost almost everything, they had all the reasons to stay apart but they stuck together, like they said they would... 

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