Enough voyage has been undertaken, the mind has seen the highs and the lows. Young Margaret is slain and she grows into a young woman. The world of desires reside in her destitute heart, for she has lost everything, the zing and the dragon himself. The illusion of the glasshouse was the truth, while she stood there contemplating the consequences. The shattered pieces of crystals had made life miserable for the now grown woman. Margaret was only a name for many had taken this journey and had felt the poetry that came along as a tune haunting.
I saw myself in the crooked mirror, saw the distorted image of young Margaret in me, and realized the crude truth before me. The innocence, the treasure was all gone, and the dragon had taken away all the zing. The wounds were healing as quickly as they could, but the scars remained as a memory that I would take to the grave. Millions of incidents came gushing in just like the untouchable heavy wind. The fling of scenes here and there, the many encounters stood there. I had but one chance, to relive and experience the zephyr burning again. It was all magic in disguise, it was truth, and the blindfold was taken away from my eyes, for which I was glad. The answer was one, yet I had to wait for time had always favoured the brave.
The magical reverie was intertwined with reveries of conscious memories, and I was too jubilant to experience the whirlwind of emotions.
The magical reverie was intertwined with reveries of conscious memories, and I was too jubilant to experience the whirlwind of emotions.
Amazing, I am sure this is the continuation of other parts you posted earlier. I strongly feel that you should start thinking publishing for the wider audience.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words Sir. As of now, I just want to see how far I can stretch on the same lines of the story.
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