The last July

The last July

A Story by Dwyane Johnson
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this story is being of mine which did start last july of 2014

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yeah all going as usual...except the heartbeat of mine,it has been already a year i do know her and that's a vast span of time i do opine...it was this very beginning of monsoon season i did meet with her at the quad of the presidency university,busy with myself i did rush from the public bus on my way towards the ge-ned coordination fair of the university and that was the very first day of my university after my class twelve level...the day was usual hot and i did jump down from the public bus and was in a hurry towards my place , as it being the first day i did come across many strange faces; some staring towards me and many with a big smile on their faces pointing towards me to invite me to a talk...but i was not a boy of such way to go to a talk with strangers perhaps with anyone and if so because it was such from my very childhood and i was too realistic too , being very busy with myself and my deeds ...someway on my way through the quad i met with a senior of mine of our department and as i being a fresher i was warmly greeted by him and encouraged by him to have a chance in the university and study well my subject...now getting a company of him i was walking with him through the quad but then suddenly he stopped at a quad getting himself busy with another unknown face being at age similar to me...getting a place near to that person he introduced me to that unknown face...and as a matter of formal deed i too talked with that very face in a brief way pretending to look at the trees but focusing on their conversation...whatever be the circumstances i was focused on that very unknown face and by the time the senior left both of us in our company getting himself busy in some other thing ... meanwhile i was quite for a time and that person too..i being quite because i don't like to talk a much...but that very person did utter her name and truly it was enchanting and i did too...as a result we were getting open up to each other...while on my mind i was thinking of the very first impression i had from her ...really it was a wonderful experience...she was not well dressed, she had a loose untied curvy hair,she did carry a red colour low priced cell phone , a handbag which was not nice too and had a very sad and depressing face moreover being apt to say she was talking to me but was thinking and be busy with something else inside her mind which was disturbing her at seconds...the more she tried to pretend that she was at her good condition the more she failed and finally she came up with the answer that she was having an headache...but that's not the nerve for her situation and she did wear a glass and yes that red coffee cup which she was continiously sipping hardly i can get rid of that...from my very childhood i did come across many girls but honestly speaking i did never come across with any such kind...she was too simple she was at her best revealing the best beauty within her through her simpleness..yeah she was quite different from many other but from the very first moment of our eye striking she was mine...i really made her mine..days went off ... and this is the end of a year she has been mine and will perhaps better or apt to say must be mine only. I really don't know whether it being the friendship or it being the mutual bond between ourselves that has made us closer and more closer to each other...perhaps it being the combination of both the friendship, the bond of our heart and the very divine thing of the cupid which has turned two pumping hearts into one...its one that breathe and other that exists, its one that smile its other that laugh, its one that gets hurt its other that cry, its one that gets wound its other that heals up...really its the one that's the other; its really the same thing to dwell with. Its one being the north pole and other being its opposite; its one being fire and other being the water...its one being true and other being false...its one being other and other being one...its really the role of the almighty to get these two opposite soul together to live forever...and get bounded in a bond which being unbreakable ...its really the fish and its life the water... now its almost one year these two hearts are walking on the same road of life when one stops the other bends down to pick the one and go on their journey. I was never mesmerized by the beauty of her but by her simpleness...its her very thing which bleeds my heart ;every time it do pump up and takes her name in every breathe and really it has been a long time we are in company of one another...we are maturing but still the heart being young cries for her , laughs for her,and the gifted soul breathes for her...i love her 

© 2015 Dwyane Johnson


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I love and hate this poem! I love it for what is says, but I hate that it is done so well, that I was forced to suffer the small, single-spaced lines! I suspect the form is part of the message which I like, but I hate it, too! Well done!

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