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“ हंस वाला सफेद! ”
i've seen her dance around with her wet hair tied in the towel, circling her room like a love-sick fool, scribbling her lover's name on the margin of every paper. wearing her best smile under the drizzling rain --a thunderstorm dancing in the monsoon-- dripped in shades of power, she's a cloud and you're meant to chase her.
the glass-like heart cuddled inside her gold-plated body, shimmering iron ribs drowning in ichor that runs through her arteries. i am astonished and in awe over His creation, the woman, He had said was the embodiment of His beauty.
her gaze that swirls like an intoxicating whiskey and cherry wine lips that could make you kneel. her imperfect tired eyes and the creaks at their corners with the thunders that are sketched at the corner of her lids.
her long hair holds the scent of withered flowers pressed against some dead lover's billet-doux. the red staining on her fingers is no less than her moon-soaked lips that called me and all of a sudden, my name was stretched across the sky in stars like the morning dews.
she wears disguises and pretends to be something you desire to possess. she doesn't need to feel guilty about her freedom, a cloud isn't supposed to step on land. the sky is her limit; she could eat the sun, after all, Icarus was a man.
i insist on being destroyed by someone like her, let go of your ego and pride and allow yourself to embrace her. her heart is made of liquid daylight and she's the daughter of the moon who was sent on this earth with eyes challenging forestfires. her eyes hold your fated stars, how could you not love a woman when she's the embodiment of the love and the heavens and its angels?
have you ever fallen for the simplicity that she holds? the way she embodies grace and elegance is something to be a devotee of. if she wanted I could take a bullet in her name, and if she needed i would kneel for her again. i would let someone like her take everything from me with no regrets.
how can i not let her chew my heart to her heart's extent when she looks at me like i was responsible for amusing her thrills? her anklets have the same sound as that of your unnecessary war sirens when shot to tear someone's world apart. i have witnessed love in holy places but there's nothing more sacred than a woman's heart.
all women, God had said, were the personification of his divine forgiveness and kind-hearted bravery. so tell me, how am i not supposed to feel powerful when she gives herself to me?
it's been so long since i've read or written about a woman's exquisite nature, that i forgot her name was supposed to be searched in the stars and not in the list of victims.
΅ ❧ ΅
wrote on the back of the question paper instead of attending the answers ✌️🙂
TW:
the next chapter will mention assault, ac¡d attack and domestic voilence in a very subtle way.
