June 15h as it was, the night started turning a little cold and gave the feeling of respite (really?). The silence of the mood inside was waiting for a venting window, and guess (your) god heard the plea for once (for a change).
It started raining and instantly out came a line on the social networking bimbo website Facebook – little did I know what it is bringing with it….
The one liner turned into a conversation that would inhale its presence in the sighs that were invisible (obviously a little modified down below) … here it is for your kind perusal
SV- Now that the rain drops are falling, the tears have got the shelter.
SB- And now when the rain drops fall, tears don't need to shy…
SV- Well said…
SB- And a smile is just round the corner... fuck it. Let’s cry' lemme enjoy this moment, as it may die. Death is the ultimate, ultimate truth that i can’t deny. everything comes n everything goes. Fuck its raining. Why the fuck do I cry?
SV- For the smirk to spread, tears have to rule. Fr the scars tovanish skin has to go wet, to recreate to reshape to re-organize and to re born. Let me cry n not be seen, away from you and away from me.
SB- For the smirk to spread all I need is you, for the tears to rule, all I need is you. Scars are to be ignored yet they stay, there will be nothing that would reborn, re create, re shape, all I keep doing is ignore them jus like I ignore you now.
SB- For the drops are burning now n they are slitting me, ignored by you I go hollow, let me re incarnate n get a new face, let me come back to....you is all I plea
SB- I wont come back to you ever, all u get is my imagination my love... no no you wont get me. No!
SV- Let it be, for now, I go on a quest for a new land or hand that would gather all of me!!
SB- Go now like always. Like all you can ever do! Get the fuck out. Go n fuck yourself you fuck face…
SV- I leave now disrespected, back to the rain ...the shelter to my tears
SB- Get the fuck out as it is going to rain here as well.
SV- Let it lose its strings, be free
SB- Thank you for letting me be…
SV- I want you to survive as I love your identity and its essence
SB- I don’t know about you. But I think I will get under the rain now. Good bye my dear, it was nice knowing you, I hope I forget you.
SV - And I hope I forgive u from sharing my shelter...my den, my fort...hope I forgive u
SB- ............................................
SV- We will meet again, in some other monsoon...keep it blank till than...
Either you have super interesting friends or you have a lot of time in your hands to come up with this
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