The white and grey sky stretching beyond.
I don’t remember you…nothing at all..about you.
but that one moment,
That moment like a black foggy photograph, the stillness of that moment
grilled and burnt into my memory
taking away the blissful peace of my ignorant brain
destroying the swirling calmness of my innocent heart
YOU left and you’re still here
You left and I was happy
Happy because I wouldn’t have to feel your lingering laughter
The echoes of which still make my skin shudder
I did not have to look at the familiar scar above your pink lip anymore
I did not have to notice the shape of your lips anymore
Nor do I have to compliment the loose hair falling on your shoulder
You shook them thinking that they were beautiful waves calling out to me with long-lost secrets
there were snakes on Medusa’s head
that blue kurta with the tinkling silver bells
and grey jeans are branded into my memory
do not for even a moment remind me of the turquoise sunlight that had cheerfully
spread over the scarlet yellow tree under which we sat.
your memory…reminds me of cold
cold and dark..cold like a block of black ice that can never melt
and darkness that blinds me,makes me loose my path
your words, your actions, your every sound
I have destroyed
Your smell…when you leaned into me was the scent of the
black liquid of death ,it was poison to me
a helpless fool I was that I reveled in it
but cannot anymore
the craving to take in all your venom,to inhale all your poison has left me
your image in my head spreads like a disease-contagious,rotting and decaying
infecting my senses with the disgusting odor of your being-of you
being in my life.your being-your proof of existence is like that white
dupatta which you wore- reminds me of mourning.
not even the mourning that lets me rest
the mourning which silences my screams even as
it cuts into my skin
tightens with me struggling against the deep red gash forming
across my neck.i have burnt all the painful shards of your memory.
I cannot remember anything now, except that …one moment