Written by “Hope” is what keeps love alive that’s what I said previously, and I still believe that.
She now lives not only in my daydreams, but also in flesh, eyes, and blood.And yet, her silence her ignoring me cuts deeper than anything I’ve tried to bury in memory.
I stand in a lake of memories, while the leeches of hope suck my blood out like “decaying expectations”. My hope can never be fully satiated, neither my expectations.
Sometimes I wonder if I get a burial, will the smell of incense sticks remind me of her ? Or will even that fade before I do? Will flowers grow on my decaying body, and if they do, will they carry her scent? As bugs feed on my flesh, will each dead cell still scream her name?
And if I am burned on a pyre, will the fire be as ravishing as her eyelashes? Will the ashes be as beautiful as her face? When they flow in the Ganga, will they ever settle just like I remain drowned in her infinite eyes?
I wonder if anything, even in death, “will ever be free from her ” or if hope will follow me there too, because if hope is what “keeps love alive”, then maybe it is also what “refuses to let it die“.
When someone you love becomes unreachable, your mind carries them everywhere — in memory, in imagination, even into thoughts of death. Hope keeps the love alive, but also keeps the pain alive, refusing to let you let go.
You got my point Da ❤️
This is the final stage of love buddy – you start yearning about her and even wish your final rites have a presence of her
Fortunately it won’t have her presence…