The death-bed shone in the dark and in every sudden flash of light, it revealed secret sets of color, just like a prizm, but a deadly one, more like the broken corners of prism that fights back darkness only to produce moments of cloudy visions for some escaping realities.

The soft delicate bed spread round and high ,vast yet I waited in one tiny space. Right from this point, , the world seemed tilted...it looked different and cold. Futile Hopes and overflowing imagination but still managed to develop a certain wave of sound , which faded away faster than instances in which it actaully.........!


My soft lucid wings flapped insanely and my huge round wandering eyes kept waiting.... Time either heals or Kills. My thoughts rushing from one hemisphere of my mind to the other_ The tiny heart pounded in my chest..i swallowed the sweat that quickly ran down my tired wings.. A thought crossed my troubled mind- what If I was cursed to be a HUMAN and stuck in their complicated and infected web of Life?Bitten and wounded By fangs of......!

That single rotten realization offered me joy of waiting For My End To Arrive. I rubbed my face in the tenderly tailored web..The dew drop hung with unpredictable intensions............................................!

Not Happy with the ending...TO BE CONTINUED....

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