"SHE..."

She was staring at the scattered white pages,with the pen
 in her hand,

 Wondering... what to write , from where to start and 
where to end.

 She was  experiencing an influx of tsunami thoughts.

 She was gradually drowning deep into it,but hoped to breathe,survive and live.

 Her words  often came to rescue her from such

 plethora(flood) of emotions.

But when ever she tried to write about HIM, all her words acquired some kind of superficial power to

 vanish at once.

They both had such a wide valley of fantasy between them that it was hard for her to  cross it 

and reach him.

She knew that a part of him was burning in flames with all the desires he was having and wanted her 

to get burnt with him.

Yet, with every passing day, she prayed, wished and hoped for him

to stay.

She knew that the flames of this burning desire to reach him will take her life away one day.

 He was moving with great pace in her veins, killing her in a way that she was actually

 tasting life.

 He had drawn her out of the cocoon and shown her that she was a butterfly . She was willing to go to the end for 

she could not thank him enough.

 There she was , a fragile girl, fallen for a man who was  demanding, passionate, disciplined

 and tough.

 They belonged to two opposite worlds. She? Lost in his thoughts. He? Lost in himself.

 So far, yet so close they were, too different, 

yet perfect together.

 There they were , standing in the world of their fantasies, dreams and desires.......