Lets Still BeA Story by The_Idle_FancyI preferred the serene silence that had engrossed us; the silence that moved from you to me and vice versa,maybe, but hey, I can listen to something: your little whispers into my ears, every morn, my replies that would leave you unearthed and abashed mostly, the sweet-little-nothings that you would quipp in each time succeding to lift me up from meloncholy to your peppy world of light-hearted mistakes, the biggest being me. I know this moment would never return. Oblivious to everything we stood numb, just feeling each others aura. The longest pause in my life, I could say, save those mornings where the folds of my bed sheets could not find you, those noons where my cell forgot to rejoice to and fro with your name ringing each time, the evenings where the sun was naughty enough not to spend some more time with me, the night when my bolsters would be happy to find no replacement; and those sleepless nights but with dreams meant to be shattered the next morning. Silly me, oh! think I fancied hearing heart beats; are they really mine or your, still finding means to beat inside the dark shell I created, with those empty folds, blank calls and sleeping pills that were never meant for its namesake. The disillutions perished as the lift struck its well versed tune with only two passengers in it. "Excuse me! I think, I've come a wrong way. I have to leave."
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Added on August 3, 2018 Last Updated on August 3, 2018 AuthorThe_Idle_FancyDURGAPUR, West Bengal, IndiaAboutSo, much to say. Are you there to hear? more..Writing
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