It burned bright, incinerated, set ablaze my whole existence
and rekindled my sunken thoughts.
The color red, your
favorite and mine too adorned the walls of the room I had stepped into.
The dark
brown photo frame on the wooden bedside table wasn’t actually blank though it appeared
so, as it's your picture that it was waiting for to cling on.
Mystifying, it felt at first in the initial days when I had
shifted to this new place alone, far from my past tie ups breaking shackles
that grasped me.
Little did I know, it was you who had pulled me, again, my
twin flame, till the very morning of yesterday when I saw you drying yourself in the balcony, fresh from bath, droplets still hanging on like a stubborn desire, I
found home in the middle of nowhere.
Pic : Google Images
Linking up the post with Five Sentence Fiction - Flames
Very thoughtful and lovely...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, we discover the self in our hot fav space, that we personalize:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Sushree!
ReplyDeleteA lovely take on the prompt Sushree :)
ReplyDeleteI liked your take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThat was indeed a powerful one :)
ReplyDeleteCheers
Lovely imagery here - the blazing and incineration, the breaking of the shackles etc.
ReplyDeleteNice work.
That was a brilliant take on the prompt :).
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