Dispersed me

Rosa has been the most repetitive embroidery of my life since I met her. But my words are scattered whenever I wanted to collect the beads of her. I was into unscathed and bluff mode. I tried to forget her each and every moments the way she taunted, the way she slapped and the way she balded her hair infront of me. What university of discipline is there so that I can address her name and let her be lil humble?

I can't let this canvas of Rosa to spill beyond the limitation of canvas. As I have no words left into. Being the richest CEO father only one son, I had never ever felt my position into that degrading sync. She shaved her head knocking my ego. I am furious in my way that so I wanted to go almost top of the mountain I can echo her name with too much swearing. Why because she hurt her beauty incase to swell the image of mine.

Rosa with no mobile phones contact number, Rosa in her burnt skin, Rosa in her black dress al most, Rosa in a mystic character, Rosa who had impinged her tattoo name DEVIL, Rosa who loves to vanish away and that Rosa who can chop the bloody meat of rules and regulations. I am in a maximum temperature of her iconoclast category, what is she nobody knows.

I decided to remain isolated for some days, off my friends my room whatever I was endorsed into. I packed my bag and book my ticket of Australia to refreshen my lazy mood into paparazzi mode. I switched the things off specially to ignore the hordes of apologies of Malini as my blood and veins starts saying thud thud in humiliation and I don't want any narratives of persuasion and herds of sympathies. It's a no situation for this time.