THE UNWRITTEN

It was the end of september,the rain was drying up and a sort of coldness was upon the atmosphere.And a sense of nostalgia scented the air they both breathed.
I can not help but smile at their childish act and the glances they shared.There still was a child within them and it was aching to come out through their
lovestruck self.All the fondling of the hair and laying on the lap,the countless whispers and the gentle kisses.Sometimes he would get a blue flower for her
which she would tuck somewhere in her hair,the landscape in the back she would pose infront of and the god knows what faces she made while all he did was
flaunt his sun glasses and give the same look every single time.The coffee they sipped and the pizza they did not eat,every single thing was as vivid as a
crystal ball.

After all these years had passed,Somewhere in the pages of the book that no one liked to read,somewhere in the pictures that were long lost purposefully never
meant to be found and somewhere buried beneath the strata of ones brain those pictures and the memoir was hidden.And it was like fantasy but not for me.
Something that meant so much could not just disappear in thin air.Maybe somewhere in the parallel universe somewhere it was still fresh but lets not
talk fantasies here.You cannot be everything and still want to be unnoticed.It just is not possible.If only you could defy nature oh wait would you not be
called god if you could ?? Nobody remembers anything,no one even has a glimpse of the tragedy that couldnt be scripted by the likes of shakespear or immortalised
by the divine art of Da Vinci.All the tragedies untold and unknown,did they not even occur ??? or i am wrong to question that ???

The love once felt and the love once lost,where did it all vanish now.Their lips locked with arms entalgled upon each others,tell me if that is just the ghost of
the moment now.The poems he wrote for her and the tears that fell on the floor while he read the lines to her,Were they nothing less than the ocean water so abundant
yet so inadequate to clinch the thirst.The intimacy,the fire and the reasons were all killed but he could not kill her image the sketch painted so well on the canvas
of his brain.He could not let it go.The big black eyes with a shade of grey,the thin yet so perfect lips and her pointed little nose.He remembered them all.
Thougn no tragedies were written of him and her it was immortalised upon his brain.He required no shakespear to keep their stories alive and no Da vanci to make him
remind her beautiful face.And above all he did not need all the people he didn't care about know what he went through and sympathise and act like they gave a shit.
After all it was not what they were going to think and talk about that mattered it was what they went through together and at last what remained of their love that
was important.It was definitely a story the had no happy ending.It was the love that never really could flourish.It was all you would wish would never happen to you.
He had her heart,she was swept off of her feet and fell right into his arms and with his arms around her waist  he picked her up and she did not even complain
A sort of love were spilled upon the air but only few could pick up what scent was lingering upon the air.The meetings in secrecy and the fondness of each other.
They were in their own little world but not for long.Life cant stand something so static that it keeps changing every moment to disrupt the balance of the universe
like the ice which melts within seconds when brought upon the heat.People may call life unfair but since we are all playing the game everybody calls life we are
obliged to face the challenges it throws upon our path.We can compain,lament and curse things happening to us but no one is going to listen so its you alone
that must bear the sole responsibility.

She went away and he never knew where,he never knew what happened to her.He could never find out why.He never tried to.On the journey of life their path crossed
across a junction but each were meant to go their separate ways.she was still in his head playing the tune of their times together.It would have been easy if it was
her physical self he had to kill but the "her" inside his head could not be shot with a gun neither could be slayed with a sword.She was immortal inside of him.She
killed him all the way inside to attain immortality.