The known yet intriguing scents, blanketed in black and white with a tinge of gold filling the air similar to that of a scattered flower.
Let her sail away to a distant,wondrous land where her dreams form streams that flow,
Where her thoughts have no limits to know.
She dreams in colors that drive away the blues.
She wants to swivel in the freedom of the wind. Her fragrance spreads gently with a breeze.
She doesn't let the cloud of silences of today evaporate amidst the giggles of tomorrow. She never let's anyone catch her when she's vulnerable, she doesn't see the point in sharing her hurt.
She doesn't let herself explode. She listens. She understands.
Sometimes she wakes up sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of the night like as if she's about to lose her breath and die. She's the cosmos of her own wicked nature.
She's the lover of words. She loves the words more than the entire universe. She's the museum of shifted identities;a galaxy of romanticized dreams and passion.
She's a fickle woman made of fire, she's fragile. She doesn't pretend to be anyone other than the woman she is. She's the woman who doesn't give a damn about destiny and refuse to give up now.
She has finally found her happiness because she has come to know about herself;
She stays curious about everything and gazed by everything,she is the author of her book, creator of her universe,she is the galaxy of her own self.
- Richa Saxena
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