Sometimes we stumble upon an abandoned flower,laying at a place unnoticed.Though it has destitute looks,it invokes long forgotten memories.The memories you savoured once and envied by a passerby.With the passage of time, you learn to consume the bitterness and to eschew any tenderness, for it brings sadness to your heart. Elaborately feigning imperviousness, days turn to years and years to a decade.
But one morning……..
Long before the sun had risen and my eyes refused to open, my mind drowned itself in those suppressed memories.
The memories I once revered, but now no longer cherish. I wonder whether this bedlam has an end;as this perplexity undermines my soul. And what may be the reason for this hidden memory to make its presence known ? For hours I ponder,which way must I embrace?,to efface the memories of broken heart sown.
In my dream I saw her in pain…..,craving and longing for me. Albeit, I find it difficult to believe, when I’m on all my senses. The innocence in her voice and the affection with which she spoke. Some dream interpreter may speculate – it is she in her present tense who remembers you and in some astral form trying to communicate with you- How much she misses you. But my mind impervious to such notions, contemplates and urges a smile.
Smiling on my own innocence – ‘How naive I can be sometimes,coz its not the dream of mind but the pain of wounded heart.’ When finally I realise that she is the caricature of my own suffering, emboldening the haunting memories and a bludgeon to make a blow on my existence, I accede, its better to ‘LET IT GO’
Cyrus