Wednesday, 19 December 2012
A Cup Of Love
‘What I was supposed to write, I extremely couldn't pen-lock that’.Maybe because of my intoxicated feelings soaked in the rain of love, refrain from doing so and my brain allowingly dysfunctional. One would always interpret this to be an extra personal affair. Many would call it a split personality disorder. But, this is something surrealistic. I would always see and analyze things around me and end up with continuous staring followed by being pushed to a hallucinatory world of my own, where my imagination and notional affair sing and dance with the accompaniment of the songs of love. I assume my curtains to be the barriers between me and my lover and end up in removing them lest I forget about love. Ceiling above my head has its own tale to tell. I always establish myself among the various particles and sing those songs. Constant looking at my door really is an out the box fantasy. I would always open it and walk towards a glass of wine in the flower gardens of my phantasmagoric world. I would always see a bright cinnabars and vermilions swaying and casting aside my worries and sorrows. It’s the gusts of excitement that come from the beloved’s flower garden and set ablaze my feelings.
Posted by Rizwan Ashraf at 05:02