Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I confess, I am that girl...

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..

  
P.S : Does it sound weird? quirky? It has to and it is...


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