Skip to main content

The Reflection I Couldn't Escape

The moment I came across the rain, every drop reflected your image, as if my eyes were made only to find you in everything the universe placed before me. The dark clouds, the dancing trees, the wet paths, and the fallen leaves, all carried your presence, becoming a reminder that every beautiful thing holds but one reflection, and that is yours.

Standing for hours by the window and watching the rain, feeling its smoothness and softness, breathing in its quiet scent, I found a strange calm. And only later did I realize, it was not the rain that brought me peace, but your imagined presence within every falling drop.

~ Zara

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Sky That Held My Unspoken

The nights like these, where you gaze at the stars: the bright, shiny stars, under the dark sky with their reflections and gleaming sparkles. You gaze at them to the extent that they begin aligning according to you, where they start talking to you, sending the signals you have always waited for. After all, they are the witnesses of all your sorrows, the griefs, and the unsaid words that have remained tugged inside your very soul like a knife, cutting it internally with such brutality that it rendered you nowhere. They have witnessed how you have never come across a moment where you could have opened yourself to breathe.  These stars, accompanying the moon, are the companions of your loneliness that has never been seen by the world, the alphabets that never got aligned in front of the external world, the memories that tarnished you from inside but kept playing in front of your eyes till you surrendered yourself to their fate. The silent heavens above are the companions which the wor...
Post a Comment
Read more

Under Sapphire Skies, We Were Infinite

The night before today, I encountered a fantasy about us: you and me, under the sapphire moonlight, tiny, vivid, glossy stars, a sight of the ocean with a light wind, soothing sand under our feet, my fingers tightened into yours, eyes displaying each other's reflection, tousled hair, uneasy breath, so merging into one another's souls as if making us one; we were weaving an endless memory of being one. Wind is singing our song of love; the universe is witnessing us being trove of love and the devotion and tenderness we are radiating, both to the world and to each other's souls. The ocean, with its dark energy, is astonishingly dancing with its waves to make our moment of being one feel whole; the night sky is unfolding its beautiful colours to shape an idyllic moment of happiness, and we are delightedly holding each other's image while pushing the pressures of the world to their limits, admiring each other to the utmost. ~ Zara 
Post a Comment
Read more

Echoes of Solitude

Your image comes in front of my eyes when I am celebrating my solitude; in a room that is empty, your portrait is the only rest to my languid eyes, a shine to my gloomy vision that is restricted to seeing only the dark that has long captured it with its dominance. The kind of peace my soul craves is a variable that exists within the enchanting round face your body carries, the eyes that sparkle so brightly like the stars in the sky, and the hair, so soft as when caressing the fingers; it radiates a soothingness that my body has long forgotten to admire. You, your image, and your invisible presence are my dearest friends in a time when I am alone, and I will keep making comfort with your memory till my breath reaches the other side of the universe. ~ Zara
Post a Comment
Read more