Arabian nights-Castilian Days

In a soothing calm chilled breeze of early winter days. I found you. I had no idea that the picture I had in my imagination would be painted so real so perfect and that be crafted in the most confident styles of GOD. It is like the colors of dawn and the sprinting lights of Prussian Blue.

A desert so deserted and wretched is now the haven of love and peace dwelling inside the hearts have not dared to rebel for more . They knew that it was more than anything they can get from their life.

You had an angelic smile and when I faced you for the first time, I knew something was meant for us. The heaven conspired us to be together in every possible ways but I had with me more love than what was inspired and inception of heaven.

In a place with no ease and luxury of life, you bloomed out of pretty and eventually to a gorgeous anatomy of rose bud to my darling rose.

That love kept us going till now and the lamp lit with this omniscient light of love never flickers with the blowing wind but now it's trying to quench its flame, consume everything that comes it's way and destroy the devilry. The devilry of emptiness and scorching, gouging the peace hunting tick. 

Waking up in the morning, mild streak of early dawn sunlight lightening the room. Looking over your shoulder, a bottle of wine, sparkling drops inside and light streaming through them. The joy I find within when my gaze is divided onto your entrusting calm smile and the joyous shimmering light of Prussian Blue.

This gaze has something very special in itself. Something I would like to capture but be in its captivity forever.

Someone to love and the moments growing lovelier isn't what God always blesses you with but in my dreams. Dreams of Blue- I'm one departed soul being a part of your own.

Chrushed in Fathom!!

Grounds dug deep into swirling dark chambers which interests historians and novelists like Dan Brown. I travel through those galleries, unravelling what seems to me as the archaic encryption of Greeks or Mayans. My eyes gouging every nook and cranny, searching for some lost symbols. But in that eerie dark tunnel with a hint of chilling icy cold wind gushing on my face out of nowhere I manage to keep my torch lit up and using the warmth of the fire to keep me going under for more.
After about half a mile, I stumble upon a dead carcass of a dog which seems decades old. Curious of this member of the human friendly species, I crouched over to look closer. To my surprise I found a gold locket on the collar of the dog like a sprocket with it's spurs crooked in a one direction. I picked it up to look closely. Good heavens! It had my initials over it 'Z'. Goose bumps chilled me down to the bones and I ran forward, deeper into the tunnel to seek some answers.
I ran into endless pit which had a deeper grave dug right in it's way to trap. I fell into the even more dark, darker than darkness could be imagined, and it occured to me that I didn't stop and I'm still falling. Loss of sight and nothing to hear into that freakingly haunted cave kept my mind swirling. My brain now needed a trail of light to survive, not gas not water but light. My heart stopped beating mid way of my fall and I leapt out of my bed sweating profusely. My pulse was high and my brain was still nauseous of the dream. It had nomeaning but it was haunting. I was bereft of my support, I was bereft of someone I always wanted. If only, they knew. I'm still waiting.