Written by Dabeer Hemani
Illustrated by Ayesha Haroon
twelve panels based on the pictorial representation of the prose.
The Blossom of Misery
by Dabeer Hemani
A thunder ran within her. She turned to look back him at leaving into the darkness. Her words were gone, silence reigned the moment. Suddenly all meaning of being herself was draining away on the cold stone floor she stood on. As her gentle feet trembled on the ground, her fragile body gave in to the upsurge that had started within herself. She staggered with no one to gather her as she was thrown in the middle of the ocean of misery.
So much was lost in this one night and it had not even ended. Her soul was now an empty cauldron of hope that was just a few moments back lounging with ecstasy of a starry night. The most beautiful painting that was torn apart by the painter itself with not a hint of mercy. A melody gone wrong all of a sudden. Her hazel eyes were now a flowing river of endless dead dreams yet her face couldn't giveaway the expression of disbelief that came on it when he said those words. For the first time he could not see in her eyes as he read out her verdict of being her self as her messiah touched her with fire himself.
Today she felt the mountains torn down in seconds. In the December cold her numb face could not feel the warm tears. With her hands that had always been in the comfort of his warmth she touched her pale face to feel rolling down all the way to her sealed lips. Those red lips bloomed whenever a thought roamed around in her head about him. Their was blossom every time her eyes met his. The smile that it drew was the prettiest sight that he could ever see. A sight of a true heart submitting to its purest feelings. Always were her wings delicate yet she flew high and far for he was always be there to hold her if she falls. For her falling was just another reason for him to take her into his arms for there she felt she belonged. Never did she imagine what it would be like if there was no one to catch her- tonight the reality devastated the immaculate.
So much was lost in this one night and it had not even ended. Her soul was now an empty cauldron of hope that was just a few moments back lounging with ecstasy of a starry night. The most beautiful painting that was torn apart by the painter itself with not a hint of mercy. A melody gone wrong all of a sudden. Her hazel eyes were now a flowing river of endless dead dreams yet her face couldn't giveaway the expression of disbelief that came on it when he said those words. For the first time he could not see in her eyes as he read out her verdict of being her self as her messiah touched her with fire himself.
Today she felt the mountains torn down in seconds. In the December cold her numb face could not feel the warm tears. With her hands that had always been in the comfort of his warmth she touched her pale face to feel rolling down all the way to her sealed lips. Those red lips bloomed whenever a thought roamed around in her head about him. Their was blossom every time her eyes met his. The smile that it drew was the prettiest sight that he could ever see. A sight of a true heart submitting to its purest feelings. Always were her wings delicate yet she flew high and far for he was always be there to hold her if she falls. For her falling was just another reason for him to take her into his arms for there she felt she belonged. Never did she imagine what it would be like if there was no one to catch her- tonight the reality devastated the immaculate.
