Still Remember Me.. // ( A Literary Freewrite )

Its been three years since the last day of the meetup and even today it looks as the morning yesterday I felt the little drop of tear in the corner of my left eye, getting into the full brim of the emotional takeover. Hah,really how time does fly away and so as the regular works do start to blot away, even the flowers at the vas near the wooden shelves dry up and its so sadly funny!

Then the days begin to get cloudy and so as the color of the heart if it is seen by the content of the imagination. My heart found the rhythm long ago as I walked towards the paths of a sea shore, such a bright day it was as the stars shine in the time of night, the glimpse of the sun rays flowed through the breezes of springtime weather. I seemed as to follow the path where my heart drove me and I was blind at cognition, thats when the color of love took the steering.

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Morning and all the trees bloomed with flowers, at the spot of the moving tides reached at the sands of the shores, and the flickering light flashed smoothly, I found myself alone and nobody around me. My heart was thirsty and I found nobody to love.There were reasons for the case,its not about getting closer with the person I know or find as the best companion,the sense of affections around behind loving, but rather I found nobody as I could hold closer entwined with the mind and the beauty of it.

Strange the blow of wind and the silence that grasped the atmosphere, as if the world is empty and no faces I could see as holding the feature of life.I loved what I possessed inside, anything that made me feel as jovial and getting into the rhythm that I was struggling to get on the balance. Its such tragedy that caused me to lose the smile of my life, that it felt like its been so many years since I laughed with all the hearts content. I felt terribly lonely and was searching the beauty and nothing in the earth seemed as to provide the gift.

Suddenly I saw her and the tides of the long ocean abluted her feets. I began to reinvent myself, as she looked as similar to my mind. I began to feel some part of my self is her and mine. Practically I never seen her before but my heart said as I know her from centuries and millennia, that she was created for me and made for me. So many miles went by and long roads and the dusts reflecting the union with her at last.

The inner core of my heart twisted a bit and the systolic pressure rose high, I stared a bit and my invisible soul suggesting as if the vacuity of expressions, flew like a river and I could hold myself barely from getting fainted. I walked a few yards line and wandered so many miles, morning and the times of afternoon twilight, the sun turned red to yellow and all the colors preparing to settle, but I felt restless to walk on with her, as if eternity seemed a little time.

But the little period ended and I came back to my house and the memory looked as fresh, all my vigilance entrapped by the aura of her face and having her as mine gave me fulfillment, the true sense of living life, that long times of seclusion faded with her arrival and I couldn’t be happier with anything. After a few weeks of time, one day a phone call made and I found her away from me, that the thought I made as she being the part of my life, no longer exists.

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Sometimes, the sweet memories remain as the tiny spark of the scintillating flame, so ephemeral and short lived that, the feeling gets ashamed of comparing it to the eternity. But memory does complete opposite to it as I never showed any sign of imbalance as reaction to that. I grounded belief that life is like that and so as the love that comes as wind and blows away like that.

Even today, as I look around the hanging garden protruding the head towards the edge of a balcony, my heart crumbles a bit, the river blows with it and that has become daily routines. How could she become such a big necessity to me? I shout at the brick and the wall, - no answer, only echoes...