SALT WATCH
Habit is a term which develop as the nature of life i born without an a habit to do something which i learn but i have develop with the nature to lost my precious things, i kept it here and there without a thought of missing with the thinking of it is mine and my love to it, but behind this a big truth is like lost and found so that it makes me lazy towards my work documentary i always take as a single part of a sand which is adding to make a certain amount of sand with a calculating of my time with a age to make a sand watch for my life. childhood passes like romance like an empty side of a sand watch behind the transparency of glass i was always finding some air of love to give me the breath of my new life,
At the age my blooming of feelings towards love started with the believe to cover my empty space of love i met an black magician known for the evil power of love like a goddess when i saw her first it was a moment of high temperature of desert with the thirsty throat when i found a single hair of her long braided hair i wanted to kept as a memories of her unspokable words as i keep the hair seeds of feelings grow like a hair till the time. she notices to miss something on her and i thought i missed something on her days passes like an snow without a winter. without knowing each other she attracts me like a storm in a see to find her things which i missed somewhere in a deal of love to her love treats me like a child who lost is identity somewhere i never understood the care behind the love to find my sand watch which i wanted to complete the time of my memories in a forum of sand but when she knows about this she runs away like a first tides in see without giving a chance to tell that i fell from a mountain with the wish to meet see with your lost single hair.
The day came i melt like a salt in a see without showing its presence clouds even don't know what they carrying with them with a pain in a drops of rain salt of my love finding each and every doors of nature to find you for the returning gift behind my pain.
I find my self as a taste who leave its flavour behind . a believe towards the purpose to find my watch to give it to my good one after my death by wish not to living this part of my life of single which is more like as my death of loneliness .
One fine day when skyes are clear like a transparency of a glass with a rays of shine crystal i find my self with a dreams of images with true emotions of time which collected in a glass of this earth with the memories of showing love to give my sand watch with full of sands with the feelings of age into it. without living any blank note nope she ask me her single hair in favour of her cry due to the lost of my believed love
"A EMOTIONS OF BLOOMING FLOWER CAN'T BE IMAGINE BY DAYS".
WITH LOVE ALL
JAGDISH BAJANTRI
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