That night whenever I woke up in the middle the depth in those mesmerizing eyes were all it came to me. The dreams were of those enthralling smiles which induced a smile in my soul. Every time the devil whispered fear, the light of that divine beauty ashed away the darkness. The darkest of my fears turned into a bed of roses as she planted the flower of her love. Amidst the chaos in weather of my mind there was a dove singing peace.
Finally did I get over the demons inside me?
The quest began, the quest to find my love, the quest to find me. Before her my life was like a rōnin, without purpose, without aspirations but now I had dreams and a purpose-to find her; my elixir of Renaissance.
Every night I looked for the aurora that brought back mine departed soul at the place I first saw her. Pink were the lips and green was her effect-renewal of my life. And I an Eskimo, a mere admirer of the lord’s miracles.
Every breath every moment I felt her
Seeking for her as if,
a wanderer searches for a shelter
Stranded in desert yearns for a waterhole
‘Cause I left a piece of me in her soul.
Hope is not barely a fabrication for me now but truth which has kept me alive. In the art of remolding a dead end into a bridge, hope has turned out to be my brush with which I paint her’s image in my heart. With the falling sand of time not even a speck of dubiety arose in my mind in those six days after my first encounter.
If not yesterday then today, if not today then tomorrow; my world awaits a sunrise.
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