Sitting near something special to my pains and sufferings. I am tapping my feet on dry leaves with no intentions to crush them though. I am trying to make balance moving at times on the fence. Oh, I realised I am sitting on a fence, it is wooden and weak. It is weak just like my grip on my memories. A tree behind me is trying to reach me just like my old memories do.
Look at the tree barks bending close to my head. Shower of leaves like red, yellow, green and orange. Some leaves on my head, some on my hand and some just in front of me near my feet, ready to get crushed. Look at the roots which are not underground anymore. Fibrous ends of roots are touching my feet from back.
Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water. Water droplets which were running on her forehead to reach her cheeks and to move down to cherish the rosy smile on her lips.
Pink tint in the sky is helping me to recall her touch when I was weak and stressed. Her hand on my hand gave me strength. Orange in sky is celebrating sunsets I have shared with her in a hug. All the flashbacks are flipping in my mind, portraying a sweet pain in my eye frames.
My eyes are shackled to me willingly. Something pulled them towards the dark from me. Oh, I realised they are snatched by the grave of my beloved, my love. There is something crawling. It’s an ant as my tear goes in the pit dug for my beloved’s corpse. Only in thundering my beloved’s memory got erased from my archive. Now it’s time to put flowers on the grave of my memory, my love. I lost my memory, scribbling but no clue. Now the sky is grey just like my mind and I am yearning while crushing the leaves.
