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A peck here, and a kiss there.
A gasp from me, a sigh from you.
You craft a bruise on me, but it's a mark to you.
I slam my eyes shut seeking remembrance -what was it like to have that flare, where I bereaved the faintest gleam- to no avail.
Is it purity that you're after?
But... you don't chase cherubs to hell, do you, darling?
Against those cold bricks, you turned into a recess.
I've relinquished virtue's hand too soon, so I tripped into the squalid path.
Now, heave my naivety up to peak, then leave me to dive into a lethe.
I'll perform to your desire. After all, I barged you into this, into the scrapes of my soul.
So worry not, for you won't hear my cries or feel my scars, you will only hear the joy chriping out of my lips, and sense the earthquakes as they tell you I'm pleased.
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A peck here, and a kiss there.
A gasp from me, a sigh from you.
You craft a bruise on me, but it's a mark to you.
I slam my eyes shut seeking remembrance -what was it like to have that flare, where I bereaved the faintest gleam- to no avail.
Is it purity that you're after?
But... you don't chase cherubs to hell, do you, darling?
Against those cold bricks, you turned into a recess.
I've relinquished virtue's hand too soon, so I tripped into the squalid path.
Now, heave my naivety up to peak, then leave me to dive into a lethe.
I'll perform to your desire. After all, I barged you into this, into the scrapes of my soul.
So worry not, for you won't hear my cries or feel my scars, you will only hear the joy chriping out of my lips, and sense the earthquakes as they tell you I'm pleased.
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Pink.
The sweet perfect childhood.
No concerns and no difficulties, the hardest thing was doing your homework.
Your biggest demands was to stay up past 9 P.M.
Grey.
Life started spinning its wheels, many disappointments and fears represented by both, strangers and people you respected and admired.
But you still clung to hope, thinking they might come back one day despite the hurt they caused.
Red.
Someone came in, took no permission and just broke in.
They made life seem easy and warm when you're with them, hard and lonely without them.
They filled you with passion and love, you couldn't remember how it was before anymore.
Black.
That very someone broke your heart from the inside out, gave you a blow that sent you flying for eternity.
Now... You spend the time re-learning old lessons and life teaches you new ones.
You're not just hurt, you're devastated, demolished maybe obliterated, desecrated or demoralized and annihilated even.
Pain seems more like a mocking word to you, it's agony and sorrow that are a little closer to tell your story.
You don't trust anyone, not even yourself, you try to end it all but you fail.So you just lay there in numbness waiting for the next color to appear.
If there's any next, that is.
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The sweet perfect childhood.
No concerns and no difficulties, the hardest thing was doing your homework.
Your biggest demands was to stay up past 9 P.M.
Grey.
Life started spinning its wheels, many disappointments and fears represented by both, strangers and people you respected and admired.
But you still clung to hope, thinking they might come back one day despite the hurt they caused.
Red.
Someone came in, took no permission and just broke in.
They made life seem easy and warm when you're with them, hard and lonely without them.
They filled you with passion and love, you couldn't remember how it was before anymore.
Black.
That very someone broke your heart from the inside out, gave you a blow that sent you flying for eternity.
Now... You spend the time re-learning old lessons and life teaches you new ones.
You're not just hurt, you're devastated, demolished maybe obliterated, desecrated or demoralized and annihilated even.
Pain seems more like a mocking word to you, it's agony and sorrow that are a little closer to tell your story.
You don't trust anyone, not even yourself, you try to end it all but you fail.So you just lay there in numbness waiting for the next color to appear.
If there's any next, that is.
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Embarking the journey of stories
Wishes are crazy at times. Something similar was hers, to fly high by travelling alone. The cab driver was modest and generous in helping with her luggage. As her tiny arms struggled to hold it altogether, those black dowed eyes struck at the golden shimmer. It was 3AM and for the first time, she felt the time not to be odd.
Vast and huge, the golden lit glass building was too high to be covered by her sight. The soothing silence and the calm weather was worth a view.
The cool breeze shoved those little fringes on her moonlit face, but all she could feel was being mesmerized by the airport's view. Awestruck, Kyra thought it was just a means of travel like any other for many. "Why isn't travel recognised as a view of nature and life?" Kyra sweetly mumbled.
She entered the terminal, and walked in excited to see the skies meet the rays of light. As she checked in and moved ahead for security scan, there were people with grumpy and poker faces. Like it is some daily duty they do! "I can't wait to move ahead," Kyra said aloud. The lady next to her sweetly smiled asking if she was going home. "Not at all, I am visiting an unknown place to explore," she whispered with excitement. Kyra felt the lady could have been astonished. She has the knack to understand the facial expressions. Soon, as Kyra entered the lobby after drooling over all the amazing products available to shop. She shrugged thinking this was the time when wanderers like her would feel "Oh! I wish I was rich!". Being a smart woman, Kyra explained her gloomy brains to cheer up with the statistics of how these stores charge over the counter. As she sat down on the sofa, it felt good for her tired system. "Ah, finally my tiny feet can rest." she happily mumbled.
Time ticks but there is lot more to explore, she thought. She grabbed a cup of coffee at the Starbucks, plugged in earphones and turned on the music. As the warm sweet moisture embraced her rose smitted lips, she heard a cute baby crying for a candy. "Cuteness personified," she thought dreamily. Soon, Kyra turned off the music and started wandering in her mind.
How busy peoples lives have turned. Airport is something more than just travelling. Two love birds holding on excited to explore their new adventure or a busy doctor assuring himself that the operation scheduled would be successful. People talk aloud sometimes which makes words travel on its own paving way to your mind area. There were stories around and alive. Stories which are beautiful in its own way. A man next to her was on a video call, assuring that he would be safe. But what caught Kyra her keen attention was an old lady, who was helped to sit down by the airline attender. She had tears. Pain succumbed all over the lady's face, and this pricked her sensitive heart. Soon, she grabbed a water bottle, went over and offered her. The lady smiled gloomily and as she quenched her thirst, she held Kyra's hand. Kyra could sense the trembles and her wrinkled wounded skin explained everything. As the announcement was made and time was up for the flight. Kyra went on to grab her baggage. Before she could lift her head and see, she knew that the charming pilot and air hostesses were walking past. They generally have an alarming odour.
She stood waiting, for her turn to enter the flight. Funny fact was people are obsessed with selfies and here she was, all alone enjoying the view of the vast airplanes and the skies. As she entered the airplane, Kyra cheered herself saying "It's time for some adventure".
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Wishes are crazy at times. Something similar was hers, to fly high by travelling alone. The cab driver was modest and generous in helping with her luggage. As her tiny arms struggled to hold it altogether, those black dowed eyes struck at the golden shimmer. It was 3AM and for the first time, she felt the time not to be odd.
Vast and huge, the golden lit glass building was too high to be covered by her sight. The soothing silence and the calm weather was worth a view.
The cool breeze shoved those little fringes on her moonlit face, but all she could feel was being mesmerized by the airport's view. Awestruck, Kyra thought it was just a means of travel like any other for many. "Why isn't travel recognised as a view of nature and life?" Kyra sweetly mumbled.
She entered the terminal, and walked in excited to see the skies meet the rays of light. As she checked in and moved ahead for security scan, there were people with grumpy and poker faces. Like it is some daily duty they do! "I can't wait to move ahead," Kyra said aloud. The lady next to her sweetly smiled asking if she was going home. "Not at all, I am visiting an unknown place to explore," she whispered with excitement. Kyra felt the lady could have been astonished. She has the knack to understand the facial expressions. Soon, as Kyra entered the lobby after drooling over all the amazing products available to shop. She shrugged thinking this was the time when wanderers like her would feel "Oh! I wish I was rich!". Being a smart woman, Kyra explained her gloomy brains to cheer up with the statistics of how these stores charge over the counter. As she sat down on the sofa, it felt good for her tired system. "Ah, finally my tiny feet can rest." she happily mumbled.
Time ticks but there is lot more to explore, she thought. She grabbed a cup of coffee at the Starbucks, plugged in earphones and turned on the music. As the warm sweet moisture embraced her rose smitted lips, she heard a cute baby crying for a candy. "Cuteness personified," she thought dreamily. Soon, Kyra turned off the music and started wandering in her mind.
How busy peoples lives have turned. Airport is something more than just travelling. Two love birds holding on excited to explore their new adventure or a busy doctor assuring himself that the operation scheduled would be successful. People talk aloud sometimes which makes words travel on its own paving way to your mind area. There were stories around and alive. Stories which are beautiful in its own way. A man next to her was on a video call, assuring that he would be safe. But what caught Kyra her keen attention was an old lady, who was helped to sit down by the airline attender. She had tears. Pain succumbed all over the lady's face, and this pricked her sensitive heart. Soon, she grabbed a water bottle, went over and offered her. The lady smiled gloomily and as she quenched her thirst, she held Kyra's hand. Kyra could sense the trembles and her wrinkled wounded skin explained everything. As the announcement was made and time was up for the flight. Kyra went on to grab her baggage. Before she could lift her head and see, she knew that the charming pilot and air hostesses were walking past. They generally have an alarming odour.
She stood waiting, for her turn to enter the flight. Funny fact was people are obsessed with selfies and here she was, all alone enjoying the view of the vast airplanes and the skies. As she entered the airplane, Kyra cheered herself saying "It's time for some adventure".
#suan
#shortstory #ss #unedited #draft
#review