Thursday, May 16, 2019

Whirlpool of emotions

He kept staring at me, looking at me hard. In the whirlpool of emotions he kept getting lost. How would he understand me. When the universe failed to understand her. Only the creator n her knew what she was. Rest just kept getting baffled. They called her cold,unfeeling n hard. But no one ever stopped long enough to question the coldness , hardness n brutality which became her signature style. Her Armour to the outside world . The Armour which protected her from disillusionment. The Armour kept getting stronger n harder. The creator sighed wistfully n just wished once he had not made her this hard

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