(this picture will make sense at the end of this story)
take me to the art museum
put some music in my ear .
afterwards, let me sit beside you in the open air and write art
about you .
you can be a lover or a friend .
it’s up to you
and then,
it’s up to me .
i’ll make the first move
or you can set the scene..
either way,
life will be a song
that even after life ,
i’ll sing .
so you took me beside the art museum
and your voice was the music in my ear..
and you saw me
until i saw you .
you looked at me
and called me beautiful,
held my hand
and made me feel as if i were yours .
you gave a smile
that made me feel warm inside..
.. held me close .
we had lunch ..
the street, our background music ..
we kissed
as if there were infinite sunrises to that day .
you looked like a portrait of words my brain alone
couldn’t make sense of . .
you treated me like porcelain
although,
your soul silently ripped at mine
and twisted the sinews of my heart
and all you did was exist .
you didn’t say much ,
your soul was vibrant enough,
is vibrant enough
to sing a thousand songs wordlessly ..
the aching of my heart
was silent to the both of us,
for it knew our destiny before we did, but wouldn’t intrude on our fantasy .
we looked so euphoric ..
so blissful .
once the sun had set,
so had the illusion
and i stared at the blank screen..
with a mind full of paintings
which told the story of
the colours called
“today” .
i expected words of vibrancy,
but it was blank .
it was blank .
you looked at me with eyes so bright
but the screen was blank, now .
i knew ..
the day which felt like a novel
had ended after one page .
i was never yours
and
you were always mine
in my heart..
i just only realised it
once our souls caressed..
after all that time .
but, back to reality .
my screen still blank,
my heart intact .
i survived .
i always do .
always will .
always .
