The Silly "We"

The skies have grown pale gray,

Clouds commemorating on my proposed grave.

I kept walking with my feet unnaturally heavy with the sounds of her laughter.

I hear sounds of the falling dried leaves dragged with the chilly cold wind,

brings me back from vacuum of thoughts.

On either side of the ghastly empty road that leads nowhere.

In this God forsaken place and silence like that in a graveyard, my heart pounds and thuds heavily rendering me breathless.

The science of a supernova to the creation of a black hole is the realization now that I have within.

Words simply don't explain the actual feeling except that you can say the heart figuratively seems to bleed black in gloom and you don't seem to absorb anything that is happening outside the domain of your physical existence. Your body is just a medium of your identity but at this point of time you must have clearly found that your soul is clenched tightly within and the light, it radiated once when you were in the arms of your love, is now fluttering and struggling to live with the memories she left in your heart. Every breathe you take is out of a obligation to keep your metabolically strong body alive but your mind never asks the same. There is a constant fight to be or not to be in this world where now you find nothing with a meaning.

I remember well how we started talking to each other and ever since we never stopped. Through good turns and bad, we drifted swiftly and trust was the benchmark, the backbone of our relationship.

A girl so cute and so adorable, I kept on asking me if I can ever be worth her love. Will she ever accept if I proposed. Without knowing that she had a feeling for me just the same as I had since I saw her. I felt like my wishes couldn't have been heard better than this has been granted. We both were so alike, it felt as if the heavens have conspired to bring us closer, she was so comfortable with 'us' like Iandnbsp;couldn'tandnbsp;just wish.

But now everything turned blue and darkness have clawed around me

She left me, says that she doesn't love me anymore. She says that months of compromise have worn her gold gilded heart off love and all that is left for me is 'nothing'. She knows that she will get over me soon enough but she hardly knows that I have gifted my heart to her as a token of my love, my adoration. She might stomp it, kick it, break into as many pieces she wants but everything she does brings this crazy lover deeper into her. How can I say how hurt I am when I will not be heard at all. She denied my entry into her heart and mind.

I can just wish. Come back to me please!!