I was walking, in fact wandering, retrospectively and saw her under the sun and she proved the prose ‘nothing new under the sun’ is just for a pun. My throbbing heart wanted to put her under the shade so I plucked it out using a blade, and gave it to the divine earth allowing my eyes to fade. Burying alive is painful but kind of exaltation. May be not, but leaving it alive throbbing could be sinful because it stays caged with no relation. And it sprouted in a second and grown a wild tree, wide spread in a minute. She didn't come near so the tree which has grown out of my throbbing heart asked for help from the neighboring trees, not sure even those are born out of similar hearts, to shake wild and change the wind and the direction it blew. They proved they are the branches of longing hearts, as the trees changed the course of the wind, curtains of the sky gathered together and blessed her with their sprinkles of love from the heaven and made her to search for a temporary haven.
She realized that the sprinkles of love touching without her permission, she do not know it is a different mission, though she enjoyed the chillness of the air and the droplets from heaven, she came running towards the tree that grown from my heart, which is throbbing still, she reached the tree and shivered because of chillness. Wiping the dew from her rosy cheeks, she blew it in the air and that touched the root where my heart is burning. The surfing and suffering was blown away with the drops of beauty she had thrown.
Knowing not what to do, she grabbed a sharp dagger like metal piece from the ground and with that she started piercing a small part of the trunk, wondering what is she doing, she was in process of embedding her name in the trunk. She do not know it is their already their but invisible. Invisible! No, it is all around the trunk, every layer of my heart, may be because of which she could not observe it.
Taking few long minutes, she wrote her name on my heart, bit long name. She ended with an inverted exclamation mark to make me wonder how much her father and mother could have wondered looking at her beauty and named her with an inverted exclamation.
The clouds exhausted and stopped pouring. And her mission completed in marking her presence under the tree. She ran away with smile and I waited for her to disappear but after few steps she turned back, looked at her curving on trunk, smiled and few more happy steps she disappeared. With occult blessing of love I transformed the tree in to my heart again, dug the earth and found my heart still alive and throbbing. Placed it again inside and everything started functioning normally and my brain as usual abnormally.
The pain, I felt in my heart was heavy and increased with every beat. Is it something abnormal, the occultism did not work properly or the mud that has covered it when it was under the earth causing the pain. Few long seconds of scan I found the reason, though painful I loved it.
She has forgotten to take the dagger out from the trunk when she finished placing the dot over her inverted exclamation mark.