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.