HeartMindWars

  There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them... The soul is in pain, Eyes have tears, Lips are still smiling, Mouth is making laughter, The weight heart carries is drifting it apart, All I want to do is to hug you again, All I want to see us your face again, All I want to hear is your voice again.... There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them...                                        -- Goli Ankita Rao

       

 The story of her side is as catastrophic as yours. The volcano inside her was already boling, the pain she carried for days, months, year was already vulnerable... The last few leafs of her dead tree were about to plummet... The more sleepless nights she had the more bigger step she was taking towards the alluring darkness... The smallest cut always hurts the most and she was having 1000 of them... The way she smiled helped her eyes hide the entire story... The pain her heart carried was as  atrocious as yours...  The story of her side continued,  She knew if she took even a baby step more then she won't be able to return, She was trying to hold herself up, She was getting exhausted in her way off the darkness, She badly wanted one rose out of the garden full of roses, but all she got was steam thron, The story of her side was becoming dreadful ever time she blinked her eyes...  The story of her side changed when she from a worm evolved to a butterfly... It wa...