Walking on Clouds

As I was near her, I felt a strange presence. Like being with certainty which would inevitably reveal that beauty was the essence of life. Without it, life simply would be meaningless. I could very well be just wandering around the globe, a sailor without a mast or a purpose. Her glowing face was like the source that shone away the human affection. As I moved closer to this lady of natural beauty, my ego started to vanish, my anger started to extinguished and myself became devoted to this particular person. Like her innocence face would define the word ‘divinity’, even without having a trace of her personality, right there and then, at that instant, bizarrely enough I felt that I could win everything back again. Life starting to make sense out of despair and everyday’s routine. I felt that I could achieve something much more meaningful than myself if I were to be with her. If I could have her, I would become more of better ME. It was like being in a dream that I had always dreamt. I had a sheer belief in myself that if I were to be with her, I could overcome anything, problems of life would not have meaning to me at all. Immensity of obstacle became iota of unimportant thing not worthy of keeping inside your head. It was definitely walking inside my dream….and for me to achieve it….

 

Nyi

8.3.2011

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong opening chapter. I wanted to know more after reading this short chapter. I like the feel and emotion in the story. You have create a interesting situation and possibility for a very good story. I look forward to reading more.
Coyote

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Truly Inspired.
She sounds like an angel.