short story – Seema Sharma writes

Meaning to writhen words

Being a noceur,

That I am.

Swifting through,

Your writhen words.

Piece by piece,

Creating a fable.

An illusion, a delusion,

For what you meant.

Only to put to rest,

my heavy eyelids.

To sleep calm,

And stay put.

For tomorrow is,

Another day..another story.

A new beginning,

To awaiting glory.

After brief altercation, she could still feel the warmth of his racing breath even when he was distant.With probing eyes she looked for any sign of anger that had caused that frantic glimpse in his eyes. If you don’t like me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.. Living on these terms.. She is not afraid to let him go.Although it may cause heart shattering pain.But for an enigma that she is..pain seems to be her passion and chaos her way.. And looks so beautiful how she swims through all the waters of chaos so easily..never to surrender. He knows she may be deeply hurt but she won’t say a word or cry in his presence, as she endured enough already… So looking back with all knowing eyes and a smirk on his face…Like he could read through her.He smiles..she smiles back.They both know anger is useless here…so in the heat of moment they both let it go.. And laughed the friction away as LOVE CONQUERS ALL.