There is something the eyes are searching for; there is something that the ears are waiting to hear; there is something that the heart is beating for; there is something this destiny is written for; there is a destination for this journey. All of it will be for the same moment in Life. One that I am waiting for.
Distances don't decide anything anymore. Circumstances don't matter anymore. A beacon transmits something from somewhere familiar. Beyond the senses, there is something uneasy, something that messes around deep inside. At a shallow depth lies a reminder, that keeps me drawn to this beacon's signal.
What is lacking is more of a who is missing whom and why? Rinsing through the immediate hunches and thoughts, memories try hard to see a pattern from the yesteryears. For all the years spent in isolation, there cannot be a desolate ending. Thus, I look forward.
Is the heart where I reside burning midnight oil time and again? Was all that perceived to be snatched not redeemed by taking a new leaf? Is that leaf even a Life, is what I wonder? In riddles, I fiddle with verses. Puzzled, you ponder over; running through memories to decipher in detail.
In a realm of sacrosanctity, inter-twined souls find themselves at peace, in silence. While in the realm of the so-called reality lies the true colours of a failed marriage. In the prime of merry age, why are marriages often the mistakes of a failing patriarchy? -rPhoenix
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