It hurts..

It hurts to see your dream dying a painful death.
It hurts to watch those ferocious winds of time playing with her ruthlessly.They toss her up in the air from one side to the other as if she is some crumpled, dry, lifeless thing.They rip her apart and down, she comes crashing on the floor after fighting with all her might with the hostile winds.

There she lies, writhing in pain, tattered to pieces. Taking her last breath ; weak and fragile .

And you stand there as a mute spectator of the whole show , watching your dream die. The dream that you had nurtured in your heart with so much love and passion . You had marvelled at her beauty and she brought so much joy to you.She grew up with time , gradually becoming stronger and stronger.She was so spectacular but it took only one fateful moment to do the job.
Now she lies on the ground, ready to embrace death.Once she had flown high in the sky on those magnificient wings of hope and aspirations.
Tears well up in the eyes coz it hurts.
Yes, it really does.