I am burning in your memories,
The embrace that could have doused my fire,
Is enveloping someone else.
In this season of autumn,
Drenching in these defoliating leaves,
I seek a shelter,
Shelter to keep myself from being hurt,
With fangs of your leafy memories.
Either I don’t drown in a single drop,
Or get poisoned enough to defoliate myself,
In this rainy chaotic death.
In The screeches
In the Rustling of these leaves,
My ears bleed and my heart aches.
In The swaying away of dead dried leaves,
Their is a music,
Music of hoarse unpleasant sound,
Music of chaos,
That beats up drums in the mind,
Awaking all buried pleasant memories,
Memories of love and togetherness,
Which are seeped away from the crevices of my hold.
When we held hands,
The world stepped aside with no worries of it,
We flowed like a river,
And now when you are far,
I am being buried under the unwanted weight of the world.
Look at me,
How cold and pale I have become.
Embrace me again in your arms,
Before I burn myself
In a fire within.