I have never liked jigsaw puzzles...somehow...I hated them when I was a kid! I still hate them...and life's jigsaw puzzle, I hate more than anything else! I often lose the pieces...and the pieces that I have never seem to fit in the right places!
My life's jigsaw puzzle seems to get horribly shuffled all the time...I not only lose my pieces, I get new ones which I just can't fit in anywhere...the more I try to arrange it, the more I lose...lose in the big game called life. I am a very bad player and I know none of the techniques...I learn nothing...and I unlearn all the things I thought I knew...It's a horrible feeling...and I hate it!
The cool breeze touched me yesterday...and, after a long time I could hear my heart beats...
It was a bit cloudy...but the windows and doors were tight shut...I never imagined that the breeze could be this strong...it broke past every barrier...right into my heart...making me shiver...
I was helpless...my hands seemed tied...I was weak...I couldn't stop the wind.
The breeze was gentle in the beginning...fondling me softly. It gradually took up speed...and made me quiver. It touched my veins, and slid down the depths of my heart...I gave in. Gave in to the harsh softness of the breeze as it caressed my hair and overpowered me...
Soon the sun tore through the flimsy curtain of the wind...and we fell apart. Refreshed as I was after the bout of fresh air...I was also a lot shattered, shaken and torn...
The sudden gust of wind rained over my heart, leaving me drenched in my pains...leaving a muddy whirlpool behind...
The breeze went away...the whirlpool stayed back with its ripples, waiting to get dried again...and the burrow to be evened out...
The breeze still blows, and even if the windows are open, it doesn't flow inside...it passes by my window, leaving me alone with the ripples of its memories...
My life's jigsaw puzzle seems to get horribly shuffled all the time...I not only lose my pieces, I get new ones which I just can't fit in anywhere...the more I try to arrange it, the more I lose...lose in the big game called life. I am a very bad player and I know none of the techniques...I learn nothing...and I unlearn all the things I thought I knew...It's a horrible feeling...and I hate it!
The cool breeze touched me yesterday...and, after a long time I could hear my heart beats...
It was a bit cloudy...but the windows and doors were tight shut...I never imagined that the breeze could be this strong...it broke past every barrier...right into my heart...making me shiver...
I was helpless...my hands seemed tied...I was weak...I couldn't stop the wind.
The breeze was gentle in the beginning...fondling me softly. It gradually took up speed...and made me quiver. It touched my veins, and slid down the depths of my heart...I gave in. Gave in to the harsh softness of the breeze as it caressed my hair and overpowered me...
Soon the sun tore through the flimsy curtain of the wind...and we fell apart. Refreshed as I was after the bout of fresh air...I was also a lot shattered, shaken and torn...
The sudden gust of wind rained over my heart, leaving me drenched in my pains...leaving a muddy whirlpool behind...
The breeze went away...the whirlpool stayed back with its ripples, waiting to get dried again...and the burrow to be evened out...
The breeze still blows, and even if the windows are open, it doesn't flow inside...it passes by my window, leaving me alone with the ripples of its memories...
