BROKEN

Nothing Lasts Forever.

It had gone as swiftly as it had come. It had been a tornado, engulfing her mind, her innermost recesses. She was sure it had happened to her.

And now when she could feel her mosit eyes and the lump in her throat. This was for real. 

But she would face this too. Nothing stopped her. There was a storm inside her mind. It was laughing at her. She was a lady of stone, with eyes to match. And now it was laughing at her for being so vulnerable. But she had no concept of shame. She embraced it as coolly as she had embraced everything in her life. She was cursed, it hit her. She smiled. A broken smile. None of the world's best cosmetic surgeon could now ever fix her broken smile. For, the cosmic curse was on her. She'd be broken, and her smile, too. 

It was her fault, after all. May be she should not have been too true, too pure. She was straight like a Ray of Light. Did what she had to, and went where she had to. Stardust was left flying it her wake. In her movements. May be she should not eaver her home. But she never had one. May be she should not exist here or anywhere. There is no place for her. She was too honest, too blunt, felt too much. And too everything. She must stop visiting worlds. She must die. For, what a Ray of Light would be if she could not illuminate different world, and transcend the horizons? 

She had thought that one's mind was the best miracle. She has lived so much for some time, and in one term, one moment everything came crashing down. Left her bruised. As if the Ray was splattered across some blackhole and she'd never return. Blackholes, never return anything back. Sadly, she'd bumped into a Blackhole. 

There was suddenly too musch to say, to write, but there were no words.

They say one should never break a lady's heart. For a woman, feels more. Perhaps too much. And here she was who felt everything. You cannot calculate the magnitude of a damage to the mind- one's purest part. You cannot calculate the hurt that one felt. 

Would you count the diamonds that splattered from her eyes? 

Or would you see that the Ocean was in her hands, flowing through her bosom, originating some where from her eyes?

No you couldnt assess the damage of a lady's broken heart.

Men cried too. People cry. They are broken. She too, was. Then why am I writing this. When in this world, breaking people, and their dreams was just another event? Perhaps, not worthy of even being awarded a coronation of an "event." 

They will ask her what happened to her eyes, and that smile. Broken......