Lass in love
She is no stranger to love, but she thinks so till their eyes lock. It’s all happening inside her, the zipping wind blowing in the background, the fall and rise of thoughts-like waves, a heartbeat, a single lasting lightning, a throbbing moment of hypnosis. But all you see is the drooping head and bullet snap of eye contact.
He says what she feels, in three words, and then in three million. She listens, counting them till infinity, and starts again from minus billion. She battles hard to dig a mistake. She toils back to patch up the lost love. Her mind goes right and heart goes left, but the body goes straight and bumps onto her knight. She says nay, she means aye. She doesn’t know why it is a nay or aye.
She stops short before hugging, straightens her puckered lips while a kiss, walks on with her hands folded when they walk together. Bosom heaving, visage on fire, her fingers melt like lit candles. She knows that her physical snub translates to hatred in His tongue. She knows her indifference is hardly tolerable than her hatred, to Him. Yet, she knows not why she punishes herself for her love.
Some say she is an artwork, some say she is a holy mess. Holy or unholy, most say she is complicated. From her loyalty to integrity, men question her everything. Yet she stands silently with a smile, letting them assume that she is meek and genteel. Still unsatisfied some think she is calmly plotting for His imminent doom.
Torn between her raucous mind and mute heart, her body takes the beating. Parching, pining, pained with paranoia, her love blinks astounded. Love does not know whether to stay and serve or leave and lose. She amuses love by her rhythmic patterns of random feminity. Deciding to be tricked by her flickering flame of torture, love lives on, underneath the heavy layers of her heart.
Her confusion being contagious, she confuses Him into being confused. He takes back his love with mortal rage and grows a beard in her memory. She marries another and raises kids, growing a grain of death in her eyes, in His memory.

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