Sunshine dazzled over a small aperture in my casement which camouflaged my dark curls and gleamed it into a brunet. Whilst , I was stirring my cup of espresso whose aroma quivered over my nostrils.
The sun painted an exquisite mosaic with vivid hues of carmine , salmon and amber mending themselves together with several contours of the environment.
I settled myself over the lawn chair with the enthralling sip of the hazel espresso with a naturally sweet savour. When the zephyr swished over it , the liquid grew vibrant making waves. My hands felt quite cold and numb and my feet felt chilly because of the moist grass blades watered an hour before.
The evening seemed pleasant with the resonance of chime of the Japanese bells wavering back and forth but at a sudden an unpleasant creaky sound heard when the birds fell asleep over the branches by the sun's caress over their soft feathers.
I followed the sound disturbing the whole sense of silence and found it to resonate from the old banyan tree with an empty cage hanged over the part of its bough.
A rusted iron cage , oscillating for years , still remains strong. Though the birds kept in there were let free years bygone - their fragrance ; their obscure withered feathers; their mellifluous chirps ; the scraped remnants of the bars by them remain still in that empty cage which is now completely crowded with their imaginary presence.
As I see them, nostalgia hit the Garth of the withered roses of my heart which poured down the fluid of empathies into unusual tears. ' Circling 'round the Banyan tree ; we search of a place to conceal ourselves to win over "hide and seek" but everytime we hide behind the tree, the caged birds chirp aloud in excitement ruining our game. Our mothers would come about when we sit exhausted to make us feel pleasant with the soft kisses and enchanting mango shake. ' And now it's 6:06 pm , I stand before a filled yet empty cage!
// How innocent we were in our childhood of thinking ourselves to be enclosed and caged in the lap of our mothers contradicting the fact of our present where we are caged within our uncertainties in a large dorm of four walls//
//Childhood flavoured of a rich liquor never brewed that stayed in our lingua even after years of experience ; while adulthood flavoured of a Barley Wine - all bitter//
I realised from the empty cage of how uncertain we are - for we had been betwixt paradoxes - where at one side we feel elated for a hopping caged bird and at the other side , mourn for a bird that flew high above with its flock just before being enclosed by the verge of death!
The cosmos seemed enigmatic for it had boundless riven remnants plated in together fabricating the vast " path "which was sleek as the "milk" flowing through. Sprinkled with starry spheres , it guides through a way of aesthetic bodies.
Minute looms of dust and comets of the Kuiper Belt weave 'round the Poseidon - which gleams as a turquoise hued celestial body.
Sailing as a vagrant , I stay buoyant in the black sphere , as I fall into the serendipity of the interstellar nebular structure.
As I sail through , something glistened in a colorless contour , as I disclose it - I found about the existence of the - Lucida which reflects my aura into vivid shades of dazzling entities swirling with each other to sum up the aurora borealis .
I felt miserable lying on the - Andromeda with no one to haul me back ; like every time I was reminded of my mom in absolute solitude . But this time I was reminded of something strange along with my mom. I remembered her whispering to me when she was holding her last breath, where I was comforting myself in dad's arms - Dear ! Your eyes held that inevitable power that one could never be against of ; the power of love! Hold it back when you feel alone and you would reach to where you were lost! Remember , the stars in your eyes shall live longer than history for they behold the secrecy of untold truths and unuttered metaphors of reality !"
I realized that I slept all these time with the the stars of Orion singing mellifluous melodies of lullabies!
This is just a fictional story where the writer finds herself in a strange journey to different celestial bodies of the space!
#combination Set A - Miserable Set B - The stars in your eyes shall live longer than history
The clouds furled over the gloomy sky ; an await of a heavy downpour chuckled in my misty intellect. The sun seemed to be petrified with the darkness hovering over ; for it had to sojourn concealed amidst them. I was in my dorm ; finding no one to accompany but a lantern whirling along with the gust. I quested through my briefcase and found something gleaming which was a locket. Never did I oblige to acknowledge of why I had this locket after years of grief plunging down my lane. Why was I bestowed with such an ecstatic accessory to adorn my torn attire? I laid it in my hand with incessant thoughts running over my mind. Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm. The floor beneath my feet seemed chilly and wet and I shivered in the melancholic cold resonance of his verses. My windows remained unlatched , for a white Lily fluttered over my heart - when my mind picturized him lying dead over the tombstone of my heart. It's been years since we met each other for we could never even brief about our whereabouts. All these days seemed never sad thinking about him , but today seemed too dark that it had faded away the certainties. As the florals of the Lilith petals came through I fabricated them into a bouquet garnishing the imagery of the tombstone of my heart. Much exhausted the lilies buried themselves under the earth reflecting his aura before me. I remain startled ; then hid myself beneath my duvet with tears pouring down ; but my heart stayed strong sheltering him with it's tombstone from the heavy downpour rolling down my eyes.
Lurking beneath the duvet; the tepid of sunbeams skim over my half opened eyes. My eyes glued to the Bombax Ceiba that was located all alone in the Garth and the komorebi passing through its leaflets brushed my hazel curls as I could feel the refreshing zephyr passing by. Flowers showering all over my withered pieces of mind having a handful of uncertainties , the lavender florets flourished after much nurture. They say , February will bring blossoms unexpectedly and fortunately for I could not perceive what it meant. Then could I contemplate of February blooming out the true reflection of one - washing away obstacles in there and all those withered petals of hope gather in with no proper contour yet they are cherished as they lay beside the wabi Sabi. Withered florals of the tree craves out euphoria of ephemeral - knowing that it won't last forever - I run behind it for it's aesthetic empathy.
On the summer eve ,the sun blazed down over my desk, I squinted to look up to the clock and realised that I slept for long hours. Devoid of hopes, I rambled towards my petite garden, in search of newly blossomed florals. My eyes locked themselves , on the Alluring petals of salmon shaded - Dahlia. Months of await, resulted on the unexpected blossom of this elegant flora. Brushing it's ring shaped petals I revealed about its poise and graceful contour along with me , cluster of oak trees waver In together. Elated was I to witness the wilted garden Turning into vivid shades of heavenly meadow Upon the arrival of D A H L I A #wov7 Tried my best to bring it out as flower @santor_674 Ps: Dahlia is flower blooming in summer and it symbolises elegance and grace ; it can have many other meanings too.