(Read Caption) Across the blue sea, I sat thinking about, the following pattern of sleepless nights, and me wondering about your presence. A thought senseless to me and a question revolving like reveries, I thought of stumbling over the pages of my diary which I have forgotten long enough, to forget the vestiges of you being even born in the shade of streetlight giving hope to homeless. I tried writing but my tongue reliquished and the paper crumbles got tied with my words that promised me to never come out. I remember, once I told you, 'To Write, whenever you feel hungry, when you don't have enough money to buy the food, so write about the delicacies savouring your appetite.' The clock hits 3am and my organs of desire are throttling it's breathes to survive testing who is the fittest in the world of Darwin. But, I am choking between my lips, as I am feeling breathless like the first passionate kiss of newly fallen lovers. I haven't ate anything from last two days, and I see a tragedy in making, like a hurricane in the mist of a droplet, when viewed with magnifying glass, in the washing machine. The glass of the washing machine is the magnifying glass, through which I saw the hurricane, reflecting from my hungry eyes and I saw a question, "Does the mist rise or fall?" For I felt the suffering of the heart, of a newly fallen lover, the blood pressure rising, thoughts falling, stomach dropping, heartbeats ebbing. I wanted to write about you, but the day poured it's winter on my summery hands and, I no more can take your name, out from my fingers. It is there pulsating through my aching veins and I can feel the difference between a racing heart and an aching heart, like losing the weight of your body when drowning. My fingers lost their control, I lost my attention. Everything fell down and I collapsed, realising my heart has dropped down its rhythm and fallen for you.
