He was the king of ‘Lost Palace’. He had time on his side that would follow orders at the click of his fingers. Flowers did not bloom in his garden and birds refused to sing. He was the ‘beast‘ of the palace with no one to accompany.
Then one day the ‘beauty’ entered his home and before he knew his heart stared blooming like the daisies in the backyard. The birds began to sing! Time tick-tock’d with the rhythm of his heart.
As if dark secrets had unveiled from upon his heart. His life evolved with a teardrop.
This post is my entry for the ”100 words on Saturday-10″ conducted by Corinne Rodrigues at Everyday Gyaan