I can already sense the warmth of your being,
with each step I'm taking,
further and further,
feeling the single ray of sun, peaking from behind the mountains, as if playing hide and seek.
The caresses of the tiny flowers growing underneath my bare feet have been a blessing.
This waiting has been long enough to shred my bones into complete dust,
but yet, here I am,
despite of it all.
With a messed up mind, and messier hair and an unpleasant appearance - which will probably make you run away from me - , looking for you behind every fold, searching in each corner,
despite of the fact that you reside nowhere, but in my heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
