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How meteor become metaphor. //Caption In centre o

How meteor become metaphor. //Caption In centre of table, one candle blazing the threads of time. It's rythmn is like my heartbeat, like the flow of piano, it goes on. The trembling shadow knows the value of life. Gust of cold wind trying to seize the whole empire of fire. Or I am thinking wrong. They might me playing like two child. It's all about play of observation. Like in case of love. In that phase, I thought love is a war in itself. It's better to stay away. However, your eyes and dimple alongside are those places where I found myself lost. You pierced the cloud of my stereotype thinking. A cloud which had caged many love inside but never got courage to shower on anyone. You made rain of my love on yourself. I too came to know how rays of sunlight looks like or rainbow build herself from the seasons of love not from the variant wavelength of colours. With you, I learned how to stitch aubade in tattered blanket of evening. In the book of chemistry, I made fly a bird of two heart, named her as Isotones. Deep inside, I dyed rusty wall of mine by colour of poem. Still in my poetry, I brew your artificial smile. You deceived me that British had done right with Indians by celebrating Golden jubilee of their empire in times of plague. Simultaneously, it made me cry too. Your words are so close to my heart, drenched in mist of deep thoughts. I wish I could touch them. Your scattered hair used to touch my face and taught me to slow down my rajdhani life and appreciate the slow track of local train. You said you had tasted moon and stars. So, in greed I kissed your lips to know how it taste. I freed my faith in sea of yours as you said you are native of black sea. I felt all. On that lazy afternoon's invitation, to taste your hand cooked lunch, I visited you. Your mother cried,“Why history repeats??” I remember I replied in humorous tone, “From beginning we are human. So, it's totally natural for human to act like human.” Later, you said you was impressed by my simple words. And that very moment, I got to know how hybridization of chemistry looks like. One night, you message me “Its over”. I waked up and felt lunisolace for short duration. Few moments later, a call poked me. I took and heard that same voice who had once asked me “Why history repeats?” but this time in wet tone,“She is no more”. I whispered my ears to become deaf and my eyes to become blind.
How meteor become metaphor. //Caption In centre of table, one candle blazing the threads of time. It's rythmn is like my heartbeat, like the flow of piano, it goes on. The trembling shadow knows the value of life. Gust of cold wind trying to seize the whole empire of fire. Or I am thinking wrong. They might me playing like two child. It's all about play of observation. Like in case of love. In that phase, I thought love is a war in itself. It's better to stay away. However, your eyes and dimple alongside are those places where I found myself lost. You pierced the cloud of my stereotype thinking. A cloud which had caged many love inside but never got courage to shower on anyone. You made rain of my love on yourself. I too came to know how rays of sunlight looks like or rainbow build herself from the seasons of love not from the variant wavelength of colours. With you, I learned how to stitch aubade in tattered blanket of evening. In the book of chemistry, I made fly a bird of two heart, named her as Isotones. Deep inside, I dyed rusty wall of mine by colour of poem. Still in my poetry, I brew your artificial smile. You deceived me that British had done right with Indians by celebrating Golden jubilee of their empire in times of plague. Simultaneously, it made me cry too. Your words are so close to my heart, drenched in mist of deep thoughts. I wish I could touch them. Your scattered hair used to touch my face and taught me to slow down my rajdhani life and appreciate the slow track of local train. You said you had tasted moon and stars. So, in greed I kissed your lips to know how it taste. I freed my faith in sea of yours as you said you are native of black sea. I felt all. On that lazy afternoon's invitation, to taste your hand cooked lunch, I visited you. Your mother cried,“Why history repeats??” I remember I replied in humorous tone, “From beginning we are human. So, it's totally natural for human to act like human.” Later, you said you was impressed by my simple words. And that very moment, I got to know how hybridization of chemistry looks like. One night, you message me “Its over”. I waked up and felt lunisolace for short duration. Few moments later, a call poked me. I took and heard that same voice who had once asked me “Why history repeats?” but this time in wet tone,“She is no more”. I whispered my ears to become deaf and my eyes to become blind.
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