As I Earned a Word
He uttered…
"What is it with beauty and asset?
They are a silent hue to be faded away slowly like the setting sun."
What is it with glory and fame?
They are a view of running Arabian horses…swift, arrogant, irresistible."
She saw…
In glory, in faith, he uttered each word with his lips
He had his secret hide-out there.
Unapologetically , he left the track of a regime.
A regime of a darkness.
Whispers of night.
A sense of restlessness.
A tale of a broken heart, impaled…wounded.
“I lived. Through all these whispers and whims, only for a reason”.
She asked, “Do you know, what is it?”
And she asked. Anonymously.
And I was silent. I was forgiving them both. For, I had to let them go…for good.
As I earned a word. Floccinaucinihilipilification.
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