The Autumn Leaf (II)


The Autumn Leaf (II)

The Autumn leaf fell,
into the roughness of the soil,
after it was parted away.

Tears of blood of painful adieu,
spreading all over it;
Red, magenta.
Fear of numbness,
piercing its skin;
Yellow, orange.
Darkness of loneliness,
enclosing it;
Black, brown.

The passerby beholds the colors,
he calls it a beauty.
Perhaps, like all the colors,
colors of pain,
colors of numbness,
colors of loneliness,
are beautiful, too.
Like the color of a fake smile,
they too hide the melancholy.

Holding on to nothing,
the autumn leaf wishes,
to be blown away,
by the fearless wind.

– Kritika Vashist

Heart Like Ours


She pulled back the dull colored curtains and looked outside the window. The street was empty and the dim glow of the light covered it like lusterless black hair. There were things to notice, but only if she has dared to move out from borders and horizon lines. In silence she had failed to shut the noises speaking loud inside her and keeping empty beds elsewhere.

She turned around and looked herself at the fading mirror. The one that showed real her, with no twinkling in her eyes as it appeared to some. Nothing here is what it seems, she thought as she gazed at herself. She leaned slightly towards the mirror and touched her skin that had become pale and flowered lips that had dried. How the death of the only man who loved her, the only man she loved, left her half awake and almost dead.
She touched her reflection and contemplated her body in the mirror.
Could we try to reinvent?” she heard a voice coming from her reflection.
Maybe it was time to answer the soul’s knock and to listen to her inner wisdom.

“I’ve been climbing up the wall with you,” she cried as the air of melancholy rushed through the window.
“There’s an animal inside. There’s a fear that won’t subside, of all the things I’ll never do. Will I ever follow through?” She continued her cry.

Death separates bodies not love. And love gives strength to overcome any fear; strength to dream and to rebuild ourselves. The reflection conveyed to her about the strength of love.

“Feed the head with common sense. Leave this place behind, in silence. And the weight we find inside us.
Lead me to the edge of night.
Till the dawn,
The end of time,
Till the fire blazing light,
Shines again within our eyes,”
the reflection sang to her as the wind inside the room played the music.

She had perceived the truth. She became conscious of the fact that pain subsides when love breathes around.

We’re yet to bleed.
We’re yet to dream.
All the time and energy,”
and the voice vanished into the thin air, and the reflection had that shine in the eyes.

“Heart like ours is impossible to separate and so does our love”, she spoke in a whisper.

-Kritika Vashist

(Song by The Naked and Famous, Heart like ours)

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