I am going bit by bit, pieces by pieces..
Like some shreds of a thin strands,
Or like some ashes in the air..
It is seizing me from myself..
The tornadoes in my heart are calling themselves down.
The tight pursed lips of mine are curling up in smiles..
My hands are moving themselves towards the lights.
My eyes are searching for it, till they get tired and then sleep.
The next morning they wake up, with the dream they had last night,
The dream about it.
Now they start searching for it again.
My eyes are getting sparkly whenever they see it..
Now, it's not me within me..
He seized me, my heart, my mind, my smile, my eyes, my dreams, my life, my love and now
I am only his..
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Highs And Lows
Short StoryThis is a collection of 30 one shot stories, with maybe or maybe not, a great meaning... If you want to have some fun or a break.. Do read them.. All of them are written by me ..
