Drops And Desire

The collapsed drops have created a new desire, a desire to make me stay at peace. The dropped colorless drops have so much to say with a predisposition that it exists. The wet paths, the sinking hollows, the puddled soil and more of the happiness of my heart make me felt the change. The moments frosted many coming thoughts and the mind reinvigorated with what my eyes believed.

Today, after being elongated, I thought of keeping myself aloof for a few hours and feel the pleasure that I had never before. Have you ever supposed of what if, you never existed nor have an existence? Well, that never syncs with the real world but for once, feel that and then you would realize you have a simple and normal existence and you too be the part of this moving world. What if you never exist but still you have a mere presence of entirety around you but then you can only feel this if you exist as inanimate. How natural is the feeling when you embark on the journey of attaining something which you had never understood throughout your life? Might be nothing for many but to one it can make a great difference.

The whole impression and the formless feelings woke me up when I lay deep in the mid-on sleep. There was quick flashback of the events that had never deep impression on my mind but now suddenly took a form of exposition. I was perverted and redesigned with my own transformations which encompassed nothing for me except a pause of some proceedings to settle down with my dream.

The impulsive moving scorching winds with growling dust and the clamor woke me up from the differences that receded on my mind. I was devastated for a second but then my subliminal mind didn’t trouble my heart to heed. With the sudden cranking of the door and the fallen beaker, I decide to jiggle myself up. Somewhere in the mid of this, I made a call to get identified of my beloved busy droughts which he often had with the passing time. Await for him to come back home somehow persevered long since dawn when he left for the day. The drastic ardent moving winds soon monitored the heavy pouring and it kept pouring and pouring when I comprehended the drops really touched me. I couldn’t reminisce nor feel whether I was in a dream or on the doors of colliding reality. The drizzling came all the way from the procured window doors that just stood alongside and I fondled the strength of the moment.

There is a talk, a sharing of phrases and the feeling in those drops. They weren’t golden or brought a shimmering look but then the natural, colorless drops perforated me as it had something in a long approach to guess. I found no sense in what the beads need to downright but this afternoon drops had something unspecified to connect. I woke up and looked around. I felt a minute of difference.

The moving curtains made me happy for an instant and I thought he is behind. The fraction I tried to open my eyes, he is gone and his aroma lasted for a while and I lay in his arms. With this feeling, the drops settled himself and the light opaque fragrance spread everywhere. I elevated myself and raised my hairs up to pin them but realized the dry clothes dangling around which certainly have gone showery by now. I rushed to rescue them but found the have lost the dryness and almost drooped with the moisture as if they loved to oscillate.