She blended too hard on emotions and giving her best on the fallen relationship,
From the stardust to sawdust weed a saga of crippling and staying with a pinch of patience,
But as paths on led to subsiding constantly of her feelings, that meant nothing but just a makeover for understanding situations,
As the lasting of times, she gave it her fairest of tries but then stardust to fell like metaphors of blues until she couldn't hold on any longer and faded as time flew,
Maybe it was the destiny of mercy or those whimper of darkening nights,
That gave a halt to hollow dances and a ray of light to revolution and nothing blindfolded her thoughts as her heartfelt goodbyes though there were halts made on her farewell it was too late for stone-hearted didn't see how the emotional walls.
© Soni Mirchandani