Yesterday I was as busy as a bee, occupied throughout the day in my office. I came back completely exhausted and wimpy. The drag TV programs could not keep me awake for long and I didn’t know when I was zonk out.
I was floating high as a kite in my dream, feeling myself as light as a feather, then all of a sudden I felt a sudden change in my surrounding, the room was filled with the similar fragrance. “How are you?” My heart started beating with pleasure, hearing her melodious voice; she was before me with all her beauty, pure as the driven snow. “You have come!” There was a joyful tremble in my voice touch with a nervousness of a cat. “When you remember me, call, me and wait for me, why would I not come”. There was an unspeakable, indescribable love in her voice……..the love which can only be felt. “Yes, you are here with me, but why I am not happy, why the fear of your parting always overcomes the happiness of your company?” Yes parting is the fate………………..as old as these hills, true love is not free as a bird, you have to seek it out in the nerves, in the mind, when it is found then you can just feel it running in your veins. Out there in the physical world it seems rather unbelievable. In the same way this is just your dream, you are dreaming me, imagining me. Your belief is not very strong now, when it will become strong enough you will find me before your you alive…..in your world out of your imagination. You believe in your imagination so I am here in your imagination………………..try to be firm, you will find me in your arms warm and alive………………..I was voiceless, seeing her once again turning into smoke……………..her sharp earful laugh was echoing all around.
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Thank you Rose, I was of the belief that you will surely like this. Thanks once again.
Mishaikh, I really don't know what to say. It's incredible how you express feelings. I don't mean only the words. It shows the person behind the written lines. It shows me an human who's thinking deeply. Someone with a pure loving soul and someone who's courageously enough to allow us a look inside. And your comment below underlines that all the more.
Really Imagination and very far to fact. You did justice to the name of the blog. Try is no doubt good for create Imagination.
Last night I came across with a female ghost (wandering soul) She seemed to be very dejected. She reminded me “Moaning Martyl” of Harry Potter Series. I felt a deep sorrow for her and asked why she was wandering betwen heaven and earth. She told me the following story:
“I have been wandering since I have given my life to my love. He had the coolest heart, but threre had always been a warm smile on his face. He was handsome. In my eyes he was prince charming, but he had always filled with gloom. He might have bright life, but he loved living in camera. I tried hard to know what wrong had happened in his life, which had made him stone hearted. O’stranger don’t ask who he was, because I can’t tell you except this that he was my love. I always hoped in my entire life that one day he will be mine, but that day never came instead I met with an end. Since then I am wandering. Can you tell me O’stranger how long I have to wait for him, because I can not go up there without him”
Then my eyes were opened and I was
You're imagining a ghostly vampire?
LOL if you aren't talking about cigarettes, I would say it's a fragrance blog :P