one of these days...
With the increasingly crawling night, I could feel the tension rising. It was a beautiful summer evening; we were sitting in a park with no other living soul in sight. I was looking into her eyes and she was into mind. We were silent of course, but the conversation that was going between us was beyond anything words could ever express. She was sad as usual, trying to break free from the argument that was raging inside her head. I could clearly see her dilemma, on one side were her dreams, her desires, on the other side the chains imposed by society. But how was I any different, I was fighting my own war. Is it right to say anything to her, now that we both know that it’s never gonna happen between us. I tried to look in a different way, at anything else, but how could u not look at someone who’s inside your head. I looked at her again, but this time in her eyes I saw something different, something mischievous, her gaze was a soul penetrating one and it was asking a question. It wa...