Iridescence

I may not know him but he is nearLets say you have an incomplete story are depressed and are standing by a bridge (not being over-imaginative here). You stare at your promise ring and hurl it off the bridge. Your closed sight empowers your emotions.You feel a sympathetic sigh that exhales the same pain as yours. You turn to find a person standing by your side. You both look into each others eyes and feel as if your devils complement each other. (I mean you would feel that cliché) How would you perceive a situation as such? Afraid of your past experience in love or believe in Supremacy of soulmates. The arena in which Venus son sings carries doves that seal lovers in haste.In a reckless attempt to zip up the tasks they put you to experiment with the spectrum of love. In this lab of Professor Cupid he scores your levels and offers wildcards to choose. Like a tease to young souls he sits back; sips a coffee and says My play Your stage SOWhats your role?_________________________________________________________________________ABOUT THE AUTHORDevanshi Dadwal (born December 2003) is a poet writer and orator. The genre of her excellence remained hidden till she dived into the skillfully knitted world of Sir William Shakespeare. Yes she sings of love (but assures of having no experience in it) under his influence. She is a melophile and leisure guided illustrator. This eighteen-year-old convent-educated engineering student shares how pure love can be if incubated of ‘pure’ intentions. In the world that seems to oppose human contentment she aims to fill in a hope that love stays.