Searching her soul tonight
From the vantage point, the people milling in the crowd looked like tiny dolls.
And yet, despite knowing that it would only be more painful to, she still furtively scanned the tiny faces in a hopeful and yet futile effort, heartachingly searching for her magical sappy movie moment.
You know, the moment of cheesy unreality when, the eyes of two star-crossed lovers meet across the crowd of millions of people and all time seems to stand still as they sprint towards each other in slow motion?
Tracherous eyes, they follow the whims of the heart of hearts, imprinted forever with fragments of familiar faces, favourite places and empty spaces, that echo, pining for the fullness it once knew. Forever, it's a long time.
Raindrops running down the windowpane, mirror the Tracks of My Tears. Like hundreds of watery tadpoles each with an infinite wriggling tail.
Rainbow in the rain, North-South Highway, 6-Apr-2009
But hope, hope is the ash from which the phoenix rises shimmeringly, in a spectrum of golden splendour.
Everyday now, she walks the familiar places with increasing serenity.
Labels: Me myself and I, Random Stuff
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