She was nothing but a spare..


In the midst of cold weather and frozen hearts, she was sitting on a couch of devastating experiences with a heart torn apart,

Loud laughs, hugs and blabbering was almost over filling the air, she was not one amongst them but just a spare,

The momentum of the wind around was something that no one could manage to abate, but the warm slow tears running down her cheeks were more unfortunate,

They came and paid her immensely for the pretty flowers, and then they all ran to click the best piece of picture under the beautiful Eiffel tower,

It was colourful milieu and fragrance of Lilies, Roses and Hyacinths was filling the air, she made this happen but sadly no one was there for her to care,

Their were kids playing outside in the fountain of water, she wanted to join to rejoice and smile but stopped herself and let her thoughts of being happy shatter,

She was one of them, once, long back, very long back, she sighed and wished she could walk back home walking the same track,

She closed her eyes and wanted to rejoice her childhood – at least – as a dream, she was almost there with a small curve on her lip but suddenly opened her eyes with heavy breathing and a scream,

Water calmed her down and deep breathes brought her heart back to regular beats, she slowly went back to the door and took a seat,

Smile was what she couldn’t reach in her dream as she was scared terribly, she wished she could share it with someone all this experience verbally,

Each day was the same story and each night the same deadly disturbing dream, all she everyday was in search of a gleam,

Days passed and so did years, she forgot about happiness and love, and finally became friends with her tears,

She sold flowers covered in happy and fresh robes, she earned money but had lost the gleam of hope,

Accepting her fate she did the same, never uttered a word but kept smiling and no one ever knew her name,

In the midst of cold weather and frozen hearts, she remained seated on the couch of devastating experiences with a heart torn apart,

Loud laughs, hugs and blabbering was almost over filling the air, she was never amongst them but always just a spare…

 

 

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