She was looking out of the window

No not at someone but in her own world of fancy

Imagination grow up faster in her than the realisation strikes

Will she ever catch up with the call of reality?

Or continue to remain as a pendulum in the vast diversity

Will she ever return to who she was before?

Or still stay in the abyss of it further more

Leaves falling, seasons changing, everyday feels like a new beginning

But for her its still the same

Nothing unusual, everything unchanged…

One day she would surely rise up from her ashes 

Realising the spark within herself

Probably someone rightly said," After winter comes the spring again"

A person is as a person does

And it would make certain whether she would again fall apart

But this time the sun would shine brighter

Ensuring her to glow among the bloom

The aura within herself would spread

Creating the best version of herself

Lightening the environment in full.