Every great pillar of strength has his or her weakness. What comes up, that rises up, has to fall ; be it the rupee or dollar as in the thirties or the great temple of the greatest Shiva... Then who am I? Am just a small bits of atoms and molecules that had its rise but on the way, lost her way and fell into a deep abyss of heartache and pain.
When Titan fell, the Sea was in a turmoil... With my fall, my World comes apart. A small little World of happy dailies and smiles; Now, no more... nothing left, just bits and pieces of a Woman considered Strong but really a waif shivering in the Monsoon rain.
The Earth with all its glory, will one day wither away too, the smell of the beautiful flower will be remembered... in memories ; a World of machines, we all have become... feelings to be played with ... to be tread upon, crushed and walked upon.
Blame it on your faith and fidelity....you give your all believing in the false kisses and hugs... promises of a tomorrow and then the Devil turns around and says it was a mutual understanding. What a misunderstanding leading to the fall of the Titan.
A Toy to be played with and then left astray, forgotten in some godforsaken corner of the room ... never to be found again. Dust and rust, a gift given while leaving.
Titan met his fate, Titanic drowned in Icy waters ... Where does this Woman go? Which Ocean to drown in? Which river to be taken away with? With landslide to bury me? Which Avalanche has my name written on it?
The Fall of the Titan .... A grim Reality!
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