You bloom like a flower each day,incessantly in the empty canvas of my mind as the brushes of nostalgia Taint you with strokes of black and white. But, I have stopped using colours these days;
Warm summer winds as they strike the canvas smell rusty ,little smoky too like it did that fateful day , as my eyes flash Your ghostly grin gasping and struggling for the last ounce of breath ;
I feel too much these days suffocation and abandonment puncture my lungs and hope is somewhere engraved in the arid landscapes of torment and wails. I cannot use crimson any longer as the haunting memories of red still spill your blood Against the pristine white wall and each day I die along with you ;
Yet, You haven't changed...
You Bloom like a flower Each day, even without rain And I cannot help But cherish your parched soul Collecting them as a Souvenir. ꧁ℴ_꧂
3a.m is usually my escape to a world where my downfalls doesn't exist,Where my voice doesn't get choked up with the poems that are living within my body for the last few years.I walk on the independent lanes with my hair open and a crop top exposing my lifeless body to this wind and my legs crave for this kind of exposure where they don't need the permission to breathe and run freely breaking the chains holding the ankles in it's deadly grip.I stumble, I fall but the wind,the bats screaming in the silence of night, the blinding streetlights not blinding me, the racing trees and the running roads multiply my cravings to feel the freedom of the night, to feel alive just for once even if it means it's the last night where I'd feel this way before retiring off from this cruel world just like mom always say "Humans are cruel but not all" But surprisingly I met the ones who held the crown of cruelness but at the same time honey dripping off them from every angle.They are way more dangerous than the cruel ones who never sugarcoated me and punched me tightly in the face but at least I always knew that I was going to get punched everytime I'll come across them. But with the ones offering me candies wrapped in hatred I don't even know from where the punch will knock me off the first time or the first would be the last time of me breathing in black and blue.
"Stop chewing those sleeping pills as if they are some candy" These long lost sentences travel from various known/Unknown mouths."Moving around the club with a tag of careless woman.I try to chew off the hatred radiating off the bodies that hate my freedom of roaming around late at night. But they'll never know what cravings for freedom feel like. How you woke up every night with a hope that the hour about to visit you will bring a bouquet of poems full of freedom and existence for you. How you dig in those midnight ice cream bowls just to numb the tongue that whisper "Negativity will prevail around you. Nothing else."How you let your body to feel the coldness on a freezing winter night just because for you that's freedom-Freedom to let your body be free of one's control. Those sweaty bodies will never know how it feels what punches of ignorance feels like. You share the same air with them yet they won't feel bad while choking you taking away the only source of air of freedom from you because "Humans are cruel but not all" What "All" includes??And who comes under the "The Cruels" I wish they'd come with a pre warning or a badge of being cruel.It'll be easy if the consequences are expected.
Cherry blossoms are a symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal, and the fleeting nature of life. Their life is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. They are symbolized as an omen of good fortune, an emblem of love and affection .