The silence of the dark night sings to me the most melodious rhythm.....and my solitude offers a solace so elysian.Purple has begun to dictate my blues ...with this heart of mine seeking refuge in his beautiful mind...
Its no childhood fantasy...nor the usual reverie am speaking of today.For the convivial girl in me...it always seemed abstract and my idiosyncrasies never just let my heart get ruled.Many friendships lived....none I met ignited in me a passion so seraphic.Feelings i jeered at terming them quixotic had begun to speak.The inteligence i craved for....the assertiveness i pined for....the indomitable confidence he postured....and above all an understanding so strikingly terrific bridging all gaps seemed to juxtapose perfectly with d schmaltzy innocence in me.I had woken up to a new dawn.....embracing an emotion as fresh as the morning dew...his presence filling all voids....a prelude to a thinking so ''different'' in me....all woes deafened......desires rendered divine....
No promises to be kept.....no vows of fidelity to b shared......neither any lonely moment to cherish...... nor any fetters of commitment left unbroken...
