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.
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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.
