The woman unknown

Tens and Thousands have passed by this route, many maybe in the instant of being subjected to and many unknown will come forth following same path. But being always at the distant never did I thought  I have to undergo same phase. As island amid ocean of stranger is my situation to tackle the fate when every bits of the moment seamlessly brews up discomfort deep within. How painful it might have even to the predecessors and how pity it would be for so many newcomers to walk down this very path...full of anxiety yet it remains the main angle of life.

When the condition comes to fruition it is said that even a hard nut gets cracked by themselves. The link which enjoins ones fate is so powerful to defy and take at once hand. Haven’t I been so lonely succumbing to solace accompanied by a chill midnight air...just visioning myself at the periphery of a hidden woman. Somewhere at the corner of my heart remains an undefined gem whose preciousness glows my life. However, one sided loves are molded with pains, and suspicions embedded inside me which often makes me think of her.

How gloomy the weather is when sky cracks to shed heavy torrents of tears; how hard it is for a blinded heart to embrace the woman unknown. Caged feelings are poisoner that impede  the flow of confidence in facing the other side. Hidden heart kills every single cells of peace-slowly and painstakingly. Thus, shatters our aspirations into pieces.

Like a summer dream it appears and fades away leaving no trace of it. Though longing for permanent imprint is of no use like an ant gazing the sky to get up in the emptiness. I can’t fathom my pleasure in seeing her even by a single blink of my eyes. Thence, I rekindle the meaning of my stay in this mundane world by her very existence just by embracing her presence.