Cropping her existence...
... life is a showcase...
The beautiful reels have been chosen
The ugly reels....discarded...
For how long?
Once in a lifetime..
the 'real' emerges...
Like a healing wound....
...the layers peeling off
She smiles.....no more, at the lens
Her smiles emanate from the core..
She smiles....at the overwhelming, enthusing maze...
enveloping her...
not like a behemothian, lusty monster...
not like a behemothian, lusty monster...
but, like a caressing being...
Once in a lifetime...
She enjoys silence...
She finds herself...
Craves to be held....and loved...
Yes, she loves....
She has known hatred...
But, she has known love too...
Her lips are naked...so is her soul....
Erotic imagery put aside
She lives...
She lives now...
She dies everyday...bit by bit...
Time swallows her..
Yet she lives....
Guarded by the shoulders of love...
A quiet flame emerges within her.... warm and tender...
yet, soothing....
Once in a lifetime...
The love that she had craved for...
Returns her innocence....
No, it does not snatch away her pride...
It paints her blanched soul, instead...
...in hues she has never seen or heard of....
She lives in him... and he..in her...
For how long?
