December 08, 2014
06:32 PM
That one moment, one fleeting moment of finality is all what she needs sometimes. At times to silent the dementors hovering over her, waiting to catch her in that brief interstitial; at times to lull the world of anxieties she carries within. But mostly to give herself the bravado to finally step on the string that ties her todays and tomorrows, to let herself fall down to know for real what biting the dust is like, to gather every ounce of love hiding inside her and for once not want to scream that one name off rooftops but to whisper it in micro decibels to the air, making it the only confidant; the only one that ever got to know it all... Echo of the love once sworn.
© 2014 Neha Choudhry
P.S. Previously posted on Facebook
06:32 PM
That one moment, one fleeting moment of finality is all what she needs sometimes. At times to silent the dementors hovering over her, waiting to catch her in that brief interstitial; at times to lull the world of anxieties she carries within. But mostly to give herself the bravado to finally step on the string that ties her todays and tomorrows, to let herself fall down to know for real what biting the dust is like, to gather every ounce of love hiding inside her and for once not want to scream that one name off rooftops but to whisper it in micro decibels to the air, making it the only confidant; the only one that ever got to know it all... Echo of the love once sworn.
© 2014 Neha Choudhry
P.S. Previously posted on Facebook