"..And
These frigid sun-rays, forked by my window.. paints a distorted
elegance of a svelte female form on my bed…The entangled mire of wires
laid around my bed shadows her with human veins..I,then brush a paint
stroke of lips on it ,with the red blinking light from my "Not-so-alive"
Mouse…running that blinking red light over her assets give her that one
particular molecule of gushing blood in her artificial(wired) veins..
And suddenly with the melting of sun.. She ebbs away..And all I could
see now from my window are.. mixed stray notes of music floating in the
arctic air…A cold struck old man wanting to start his prayers...
Inanimate subway passengers ..Noida high rises.. wilting flowers…A still
man on a running road..my empty bed with an empty me, and around it,the
partially eaten food and a half spilled coffee on my diary titled
"Omnium-gatherum of Moron's mind"….And a world cut into these mundane
pieces.."
..And There she appears again presenting me with the labyrinth of possibilities to ogle her again and ruminate over her appearance with the prism of my imagination…..!
..And There she appears again presenting me with the labyrinth of possibilities to ogle her again and ruminate over her appearance with the prism of my imagination…..!
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