When I Met You

Overruled Senses: A Sequel

Those tulips of summer had already blossomed- the vanity was filled with cherished coolness. I overcame my limitations and every millimeter of my senses came into play. I started feeling with never reducing intensity, with the intensity that would always tend towards increment. I enjoyed the foreign air and ended up my relationship with that native land, where I belonged. I didn't fly in the air; I stepped on it, walked on it and went higher.

Sometimes, we walk alone and sometimes with someone we feel is very close to our heart. Whether we travel bare footed or with someone always ready to offer us with safety boots, we do not intend to end up that intensity of feeling. But it is sorry to know that everyone is not able to continue this long journey tirelessly, someone has his feet poked by pins and wings cut by sharp scissors. However, the case was different for me. I would bandage myself and continue with the journey. I couldn't let those tires filled with never ending compassion burst. Love doesn't mean the same for different people- but I had graved that particular definition which had been redefined time and again. My eyes had her vision, my nose possessed those senses to smell her fragrance, my ears were entitled to consist of the ear drums that would vibrate for her voice and my skin; it had imprinted that feeling of warm embracing.

However my senses couldn't stand a chance in front of my unmatched inner will, which made me able to see her shape from more than a mile away. I didn't know what fertilizer was increasing my productivity. The four chambers of my heart had become my four senses that could feel her, love her, and believe in her- actually, overruled by her.