I remember that day when i woke up in the porch. My porch, my house. i live in a palace now. It would be a bit of an overstatement, but then again it holds. But palaces are for princes. As for me, I used to be. Being princely, if that is a word, is like wearing a crown.
Then the porch wake up happened. I rubbed my eyes. I clearly remembered falling off to sleep in the most comfortable way ever. Your aroma lingered around my nostrils. The fragrance, that even the prettiest of the flowers reserve, just for themselves, just to indulge in. Waking up, on the other hand, reminds. First reminder was, that my head was on the ground. Not on her lap, which i had gotten so used to. Too used to, perhaps. Everything seemed normal, everything around me was happy.
It was spring. For them.
Then i started through my palace, running around, trying to make the jigsaw fall into place. But 'cannot' is not a word which you had ever taught me, have you. In the worst of my nightmares, where i would kill and pillage, you'd ask me to stop, and I'd listen. Soothsayer.
But now, there are none left. Walls are covered in moss, dirt, making them look artistic in the fakest of the ways, the kind juvenile daydreamers think as art.
'Soothsayer, you left.' Tears are not enough. they never were. just gods way of obviating the emotions.
'Soothsayer, you left' . It was meant to be. No beauty can be with a beast. Not even in fairy craptales.
But, 'Soothsayer, why'd you leave the memories behind'. Is this your way of reminding me who I am?
Everyone knows nothing can breach our link. the one that'll always exist, even if we are separated by worlds, the one that was created on Diwali night. You took your aroma, i never even had the chance to ask for it.
Then the porch wake up happened. I rubbed my eyes. I clearly remembered falling off to sleep in the most comfortable way ever. Your aroma lingered around my nostrils. The fragrance, that even the prettiest of the flowers reserve, just for themselves, just to indulge in. Waking up, on the other hand, reminds. First reminder was, that my head was on the ground. Not on her lap, which i had gotten so used to. Too used to, perhaps. Everything seemed normal, everything around me was happy.
It was spring. For them.
Then i started through my palace, running around, trying to make the jigsaw fall into place. But 'cannot' is not a word which you had ever taught me, have you. In the worst of my nightmares, where i would kill and pillage, you'd ask me to stop, and I'd listen. Soothsayer.
But now, there are none left. Walls are covered in moss, dirt, making them look artistic in the fakest of the ways, the kind juvenile daydreamers think as art.
'Soothsayer, you left.' Tears are not enough. they never were. just gods way of obviating the emotions.
'Soothsayer, you left' . It was meant to be. No beauty can be with a beast. Not even in fairy craptales.
But, 'Soothsayer, why'd you leave the memories behind'. Is this your way of reminding me who I am?
Everyone knows nothing can breach our link. the one that'll always exist, even if we are separated by worlds, the one that was created on Diwali night. You took your aroma, i never even had the chance to ask for it.
