The struggle to be Me.

The sound of wind chimes fade into the room.

A lot can happen on a rain washed evening and letters.

A tale begins, fast fading into the past, fast growing into the future.

Long lost dreams and poetry entwine themsleves in a tapestry of stories.

She looked at the mirror which reflected nothing but the fact of life. A mirror never lies. How can it? Unlike everything else it is not controlled by any external force. Dew drops on the flowers, drenched with pain and horror soaked with nightmares claiming to penetrate dreams thus impinging every waking moment lived or not.

Memories are locked away in those leather-bound pages. She is a contradiction between excitement and repose. She wishes to be detached and is equated to damage and destruction. Full of infinite possibilites, she is capable of all. Born in the realm of the anonymity of death, she is a nameless fear yet a silent strength lingering on till the very end.

Interpreting her moves, sometimes represent the brutality of the clinical and the barren chastity of truth. Swift and strong, between the lightning struck trees and the negation of all that is good, a facet is revealed. Sinister, violent, venomous, decietful, yet versatile. Confident, elegant, invigorating and synonymous to life itslef. She calls upon the powers of the stars- ancient forces near and far. Having passed through the circles of hell and the blankness of oblivian she awakens chaos and disorder. The begining of the end. The faint moonbeam in the sky gifts her the cape of camouflauge. She smiles. But wryly.

Saturated and stimulating she continues within the eternal flow of emotions. The artists pallete is left untouched. The colours have dried and hardened with the passage of time.The painting sold at an exhibition and forgotten. She is combination of mystery and power, boon and curse, concepts and misconceptions, negation and appreciation, reality and a devouring flame who has the final word.

Incomplete and meaningless she merges with the kaliedoscopic dreams and filters through the mind. The breeze carries her away on a love letter with the fresh air and the smoke. Her visions gone astray dotted with the marks of betrayal and injustice. Her apparent exterior of newness is fake. Elusively calm on the surface yet a storm brewing beneath, she dazzles with splendour and never fails to attract attention.

Her perception vary among people. She fades away with the arrival of the pale mauve sunset, leaving behind a sense of reverie.

Not many can deny her mystical charm. She binds all that stands its ground, hoping that someday she will reveal herself.