• __reag 5w

    I didn't know what color my love was, because after nineteen years , when I felt I no more needed it, and took it out of my chest and eyes, I saw no color.
    So to make sure, it attained Moksha, and never reincarnated,
    I took all of it, to the farthest place I could.

    Panting over the unknown soil,
    I dug the deepest, untill my nail beds bled.
    And placed what was in my chest all these years, covered it with utmost perfection, and planted a rose plant.
    Hoping the day it'll start blooming, my love might find a right place, travelling from one hand to another, and see a smiling face kiss a Rosy cheek.

    Not to waste a moment, I burned the other half ,that once lived in my eye, but didn't anymore.
    I watched flames, but couldn't be blinded,
    I sensed smoke, but eyes didn't water.
    For love had left.
    And I waited till all of it reduced to ashes.


    I came back ,and for the first time, a colourless world and a hollow chest deluded me for calm.
    Alas! I woke up from a dreamless sleep, to see colors again, chest pounding with something warm.

    I ran back, to see a grey rose resting over red ashes.

    Tell me what do I do now?

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    The Last Rite

    I ran back, to see a grey rose resting over red ashes.
    Tell me what do I do now?

    ©__reag