Though most of us can easily picture a dragon, our ideas and descriptions of dragons may be completely different.
Some dragons are gentle and friendly; others may be ferocious and fearsome. Some dragons have wings; others don't. Some dragons can speak or breathe fire; others can't. Some live in palaces under the ocean, others in caves and mountains.
Which aspect of the “dragon” fascinates you the most? Create a piece about it.
In stars, I have seen a tremendous universe of memories, blanketed under their pearly glow. Nothing has ever beguiled me the way they do. I spread my arms, say infinity and they fall. I smile and cry, all at once, but it feels like you are embracing me. Are you in the stars or the agony of their collapse?
In pain, I have seen faded colors of happiness with which I paint my soul blue but it turns all gray. The only thing left is shattered pieces of my heart which hurts at joyous moments. And the thing about ravaging is that you are never going to be the same again. It will reshape you into the person you never wanted to be.
In poetry, I have seen a forever lurked beneath the verses and metaphors of suffering. There is always a way out of this maze of life, hidden in the complexity of words. Poets are the most fortunate people because they have the power to make the world feel something that doesn't even exist.
@_firefly I wanted to write something else, but it turns out completely different from it. ;_;
@writersnetwork humko tumse hogya hai pyaar kya kare. bolo to jeeye, bolo toh mar jaaye 🙈 Thank you :”) ❤️
Sometimes, destiny is too cruel with its intentions. Other times, Cupid takes a special interest in your story. Most of the times, love drifts away. And love takes away some trivial things from you, leaving behind gigantic imprints. Love for me is watching him from across the street, playing cricket with his younger cousins and losing a wicket willingly to make them happy. Love for me is praying for his safety and success at each crucial point of his life when he is hurdled close to confusion, grief and responsibilities. Love for me is smiling at his messy room and the unused guitar laying in a corner, just like the neatly tucked dreams of him that he stopped reaching out for. Love for me is never being able to love another face, another beard, another head with hair as soft as a baby's. Love for me is letting him have all the joy and happiness of my part. Love for me is to let him go because he deserves so much more than me. Love for me is sitting alone in my closed room and dabbing ointment on the wounds he left in my heart ; love for me is loving the scars which those wounds made. Love for me is another human being. Love for me is giving up twice my world for that one smile on his pious face.
// I have found a natural drug for all of my panic, anxiety and anger. It's his voice, it's him. And I dare you to find another who loves him like I do. //