A collection of stories, made into a Poetic fiction
and tailored fit with blood, tears, effort, and time.
From people's lives,
From the subconscious mind,
From randomness and reasons.
Come! Read & Explore what's behind each soul!
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Like a bow fiddling an Irish reel, My mind keeps me awake, To the crickets that bugs me in my sleep.
I recalled when I went to that place, Where everyone knelt and sings songs of praise. Back then, I prayed solemnly to him...
Then to my surprise, he answered me back, With an unexpected answer, He let me meet her.
To my surprise, she's scattered in fragments. Living in each piece, I can vaguely feel her.
Dumbfounded, we met in the eye, she's the first of the many fragments. Undoubtedly, an absolute beauty. After trying my best, I couldn't make it. Well, that's a No for me.
The failure broke me, but I did not stop... I continued to find her, This time, we met in words.
She became a cloud, hanging above my head, Sunny or rainy, she's always there.
Suddenly, there's a new piece that I found. Like the first leaf of autumn, she fell right into my eyes, She fell into my arms, I fell from my ground. I just suddenly knew, she's one of the pieces of her fragment.
A friend of my friend, we became close. Feelings got me deep, one from another, it got me confused. She's here yet she's not, She's mine, yet she's not, She's her, yet she's not.
How could I like another her, aside from her? Unknowingly, I fell sound asleep.
Like a lullaby those thoughts made me asleep.
Morning's sunrise and a buzz was heard, it woke me up. I looked at my phone, it's a message from her, telling me it's a date.
A date for us? I can't believe, how it happened! The next thing I know...
Was her confessing herself to me.
I remembered before it happened. We had that sparkling thread in words alone, Forever in words, words that made a significance, The words for my soul.
Those made my days, and had let me live. With all of her, from another her, together with her.... Still I prayed for that one leaf, Which had passed along the wind, unintentionally and briefly to my hands as languish as wailings of anguish resounds.
While I'm at it, the fourth piece had taken an action. And again, I met her in a dance.
Tranced with the newly found piece, She's been with me all along, With her at every moment and all the sweat things I could Imagine.
I am certain that it was her all along but why would another her came along? She's the mess in my heart and four pieces was jumbled together?
As I grasp those pieces and form her fragment, It became clearer like how a kid finally solved a puzzle, That she was scattered in those pieces and it was her all along.
But I must choose from which piece should I keep, to form her fragment.
After the date, again I lie awake.
Perplexed to where should I pick, A pic, peak or a peek? In the midst of a smoke, the many mirrors appeared, Those pieces talked to me.
One by one it broke, until I have found the genuine piece of them all. She said pick me up, I'm yours.
Morning's sunrise, it woke me up. That was all a dream?!
Well I guess I haven't found her yet. I went to that place, where songs of praised was heard. I asked him: Why
It's the silence that I heard, But what was clear is that I could always meet her.
In the eye I could meet her, In words we sparkled tied in a thread, In action we danced, In my days she's with me.
Someday I'll meet her in her full fragments of Glory, But for now I should just accept those pieces.
For in those bits of pieces, I met her fragments. She is lovely indeed, I would love to meet her.
