" Frozen Tears "

Early morning chirping birds busy in singing their own old melodies, trees busy in shading their own old leaves, Colorful butterfly busy in rhyming their own old stories. I know not how to capture them in my cyber shot. Oh, the world is quite messy in their own way.

Expectation erased, Feelings degrade, Emotions vanished……….Dream and Desire caged themselves into a box, and I lost the keys while listening to the noises of the noisy world. Happiness lost their meaning, Sadness germinates into a green tender sapling. Noises came from the outside world to give a name to the above misty buds from the plant of sadness. Far from the crowd, standing alone holding the misty buds n my hand………I smiled and said…….Oh; the color of the bud is quite beautiful. I know not how to capture them in my canvas.

The fragrance of the empty bottle of linseed oil spread across the dark room, The tender leaves of the green plant emerged from the corner of a grey wall, The shadow of the white lotus across the green pond create noises in an artificial world to give shelter to the misty buds. Oh, I know not how to bring them closer in a natural world. Oh, the time is quite rude in their own way.

The personification of the unique things reflects the differences and intentionally I vomit the expression of my noisy mind. In return, I received a sweet bitter word from the other end. I know not how to caged such words in my heart. Oh, the heart is quite weak in their own way.

The misty bud got a new name "Frozen Tears"

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