A perfect living!

Life looked superfluously perfect beyond her blue eyes. However, the blueness was hard to define or specify. It could be the colour of her eyes that made it pretty indeed, or it could be just the blue liner that covered the grayness of the vision- in need. At the end of the day it was so perfect, even the struggle for existence- this while and that- that they seemed to be falling at their respective places designed and defined by plans superficially made. It was only between dusk and the darkness it seemed, that she with her pretentious ignorance would look up at the sky in search of her favourite twilight, and right at that moment would her 'eyes' blue 'eyes' blink a sigh!

The Memory of a Melancholic Morn.

The day wore melancholy since early morn. The way she washed, dressed and looked out of the veranda then caressed the layers of hair that were disturbingly lingering with the breeze above her eyebrows, and then tickling the cheeks, had something melancholic about them too. While arranging the scattered books in hastiness that looked like or rather supposed to be like ‘in a hurried’ gesture, she found a few disowned papers (that had a look of much owned ones, but she knew in the heart they were disowned indeed). So she touched the papers to feel their presence but looked away. The promises were never kept. So there were no reasons to look back. But then someone someday wrote beautiful pieces of poetry with her thoughts engraved in them. She did not feel grief any more, but those disowned poetries in the disowned pieces of papers had something melancholic in them. No one possibly can blame her for feeling melancholy that Monday morn.

H-O-P-E-!-!-!

She felt his eyes on her in the gaps of the moments when she was not staring at him. They both knew they were staring at each other but their eyes never met; or may be they did in the fraction of a second between looking at and looking away. They probably knew that they both knew, but chose to pretend ignorant about the staring business.

allbutlove!

She was pretty. He was successful. They were in love. But they said goodbye!
She had for him a religious kind of respect. He was sincere; but shallow! :P