A cold windy night, sitting on the gloomy terrace away from the gravity of the earth and filled with all the sorrows of the world. With an iPod filled with all music pertaining to the cold situation.
Eyes, seeing the pure white, bright moon; lips, about to blabber something in mid air silently; hands,resting itself peacefully without any pain; legs, dancing in mid air to the tune of the breeze.
The situation seems so low such that heart, mind and soul are in the trance of solemnity of magnified sadness.
Seems like the world is stand still
Here, arises the feeling of the shallowness of the loneliness in the heart. The deep regret of the cold past. Eyes moisturized by the tears crying over and over again ovr the sad part, which cannot be undone.
The Dark Lord makes his best entry into the sad mind with wicked intentions to make it miserable with the best of his loneliness.
Sound of the cries increases but the Dark Lord isn't satisfied.
The volume increases louder and louder and then it suddenly vanishes in the dark. But still the pain and agony lies beneath the cute smiling face...!!
