‘Father!’ a child cried.
Hoping to see a familiar face in the crowd.
A voice echoed in his head.
He sprinted towards the moon.
Swimming through the crowd.
Paving his way with bricks of pride and sorrows.
Eyes welled up.
The pain flowed with ease.
Heart throbbing impatiently.
All he waited for was caressing his child. Gently. Softly.
Then their eyes met.
Reflecting love.
Amalgamation of love and anger. ‘ Father!’ He cried again.
Tears rolling down his cheeks.
The arid land was lively again.
In the middle of the labyrinth.
Everything tangled up.
Yet it was bright and beautiful.
The warmth was worth devouring.
Smiling and smiling again.
Against their temperament.
Pondering over the mistakes of their lives.
Shying away for a moment.
But then again, they tried to forget.
Every bitter memory that dwells in their hearts.
Arms wrapped around each other.
Heavenly feeling.
And now they stand miles apart.
But still wish they could experience the euphoria once again.


Wonderfully crafted emotions into words
Keep it up👍
Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making. Fantastic read.
Thank you 😊