Death - A Tough Feel, Space,Time

Audio of Hindi recording. 

The nightingale of summer slept peacefully in the arms of winter. Every ounce of skin bloomed into the roses on its graveyard. Two ghosts lived in that home, one lived in the spirit of being and the other lived in the soul of love. Last time I went to that cemetery, tears poured the myth of the legend. It was then I realized God picked the most beautiful flower from the lawn of humanity. How to Unlove the person we've loved ? How to undo the things all done? It's not possible to do all these things again, the justice we do to ourselves is by staying constant and keeping those memories alive rather than forgetting them. 

Every emotion, every memory that seemed happy at first comes back haunting and giving a great deal of trauma. Unlocking the darkest realms of your minds, space we never wanted to visit. The traits of being will always flow within us just have to snatch the right proportion of emotions. The gift of being will be soon lost in the wonders of others. The test is on that day when we all will be living like hostages feeding on memories, crawling under the veins, nourishing the pain and living the existence we never wanted to live.

-Samarth Sarin