I first fell in love with your imperfections
Then fell in love with your perfections.
Loved the good in you and loved the bad
Fell in love all over again.
And it never came as easy as it went.
The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
Congratulations my friend. Happy to mark my comment on the 200th Soliloquy. I love each of these. Write more often. Hope the faraway lands are treating you well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajesh. I'm sailing in unknown waters and for now yes it's good.
Delete200th wow, quite a journey ! Reading you after long maybe coz I'm blogging after long. Nicely written as always :)
ReplyDeleteHope you are good ! Take Care