STREAM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS: August 2012

I confess, I am that girl who climbed upon the topmost branch of tree to see the world and fallen down to the pit

I confess, I am that girl, who walked through those parallel roads and ended up, reaching that dead end of the earth

I confess, I am that girl, who woke up early on a winter morning to catch the sun and came back with some wispy clouds

I confess, I am the girl who made the paper wet with the blood of veins that poured out from the other end of the pen

I confess, I am that girl who cheated you and walked into a cave to hibernate my remorse

I confess, I am that girl who was carried away by the waves, barely breathing and barely alive

I confess, I am that girl who forgot the promises of spring and walked towards the beauty of fall

I confess, I am that girl who watched you standing under a willow tree and turned deafened to the church bells

I confess, I am that girl, who admired the beauty of those flowers and plucked it to death

I confess, I am that girl, who stood on the balcony of my fathers house and gazed at the silent grave

I confess, I am that girl, who was born as a dreamer and turned out as a nightmare

I confess, I am that girl, who wanted to live with no regrets and regretted at the life

I confess, I am that girl, who got dark circles and wrinkles on the edges of eyes with endless nights

I confess, I am that girl, who enjoyed the chirping of those birds and caged them to silence

I confess, I am that girl, who got intoxicated with and drunk on sleep, never wanting to wake up again

I confess, I am that girl, who hardened the blood of creativity and caused the swollen lymph nodes

I confess, I am that girl, who was the culprit of the crime and turned out as the victim of the fall

I confess, I am that girl, who killed the butterfly upon my own wheels and lamented over its loss

I confess, I am that girl, who set out to uncover the shadow and discovered the darkness of light
I confess, I am that girl, who buried down the Words lifeless and basked in the glory of faithlessness

I confess, I am that girl, who transgressed ungracious and haunted by the forgiveness

I confess, I am that girl, who had fallen down on all that I had ever known
I confess, I am that girl, who confessed because it is the first medicine of cure

And

I confess, because I am that girl, who possess a soul and who owes a heart..

I confess; I may stab, I may hurt, I may divert, I may take wrong tracks but, by the end of the day, however far I go, I will always row back to my home ...

to blog,
to write,

to confess,

to catastrophe and

let it go off as words

out of my cage..