Featured: Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022
My times spent having conversations about life, longing and love.....with myself.
In the company of solitude, I attempted to pen down a few lines on a range of emotions and experiences with a simple aim to revisit t...
She raised her dried eyes, packed all memories in a bag, and left for the hills, to rid herself of herself. She had loved him; he had left her too soon, leaving behind a little son. He grew beautiful too, then, on one Sunday morning, he fell from the roof; Her life fell into death too.
She drove in her old car, through plains, hills, and scars, and reached atop a mighty hill, where looping roads closed, and she stood lonely, alone.
The forest was green, the day was warm with clear blue sky, the hill vivid and birds singing, winds from a faraway ocean carried the scent of salt waves, a lizard sunbathed, getting warm, butterflies flew lazily across the grass, and trees swayed merrily in sync with the gentle breeze. a cow grazed, followed by her young calf, two squirrels dashed chasing laughs. It was a picture of the life she wished she had.
Then she saw, the lifeless trunk, a dead tree, naked without a leaf, standing upright, a stranger in the lush green world, burnt, cracked, and yet standing tall. She walked close and touched the bark, brittle, fragile, weathered, the branch cracked, alone amidst a happy crowd of life. A little cut on her skin bled the tree, red drops - the trunk sucked deep. She named the tree - 'Her'.
She would return every morn, carried little water of hope, manure from the dark memories, love-once reserved for her love, all the sunlight from her eyes, songs of her dreams, as she read they fed the tree too, She gave all of 'her' to 'her'.
Winters, springs, summers, rains, cycled one past another fall; Her hopes weathered it all, she kept returning in hopes of one leaf green, to give company to 'her' loneliness, till one day she saw a little green leaf, at the very base of 'her' little life. She smiled, hugged her, and cried. In its barren shadow, she died.
Now, both of them lay together; Remains of her memories, In the shadow of 'Her' leaves, 'Her' life blossomed when she died. They lived and loved alone, She without Her and Her without love.
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P.S. I could not finish the story. I don't want to. It hurt me writing this for all the mothers, women, wives, and all 'hers' who do it all for them and still remain unloved. I welcome anyone else to help me finish it...
