Falling Star...

I felt shy, at brink of blushing out, I wanted to run away from the scene, hide somewhere and revise the admiring comment again and again; I was acting casual and mocking the compliment. Standing there I just started wondering this is so beautiful to be true. Can someone relate me to their heart and praise me to the extent I never thought for myself. I was anxious to know more, listen more. But it’s me running away from emotions, running away not to be with someone when they try to express what I am for them. It’s me keep running and running not to be felt neither somebody’s precious jewel to lock me in an iron case nor somebody’s woman to be felt possessive about. Let that emotion be unheard and never expressed, let they forget me for what I am and never relate me to their world. Let me be a fading memory of their happy casket.