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“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” – Norman Cousins
The Sky was Crimson
And so is my memory
The crowd, the air; all were loud
Except my soul: the felon of this story
I witnessed something
Sinful and Unforgiven
That speaks of shame
And cries like wild raven.
A mob chased someone
In a fit of rage
My senses fluttered
Like wings in a bonded cage
A larceny or murder
What can befit thy imminent fate?
The anxiety ravaged me
But my soul remained obstinate.
At last I saw him,
A face familiar yet blurred
Where have I seen him before?
In life or dreams, I wondered.
Fear in his voice
Beg for mercy in his cries
My soul remained stubborn
Unmoved by his bleeding eyes.
As if being hunted
He fled like a timid prey
Until he stumbled to enter
The next scene of a tragic play.
They pounced on him
Tore his cloth and flesh
Roared in triumph as the life
Disheveled beyond human phrase.
He lay bathed in red
And the dust below his body
The tears, the blood shivered me
Except my soul’s silent parody.
Their voices soon died
So did he
The last word, I heard he him cry
Was a name that belonged to me
Nothing more to see or hear
Only the question unanswered
Who was he and his crime?
That left a life bantered.
Smeared in blood and red dust
Was his lifeless, yet closed palm
Some heaved sorrow some disgust
Pardon my soul, it promised to be calm.
One by one the crowd left
Leaving him with a bleeding heart
Like a spectator I stood alone
Beholding the blood stained art.
I unfolded his fingers to see
What’s worth more than his last breath
It was a picture of a man I knew
A man who loved him till death
I held him close to my chest
And kissed his lips with mine
My hands now stain his blood
Will they ever fade with time?
My love for you, I let it die in me
I feared, you never loved this man
Today as you die in my arms, I know
I never stopped loving you, I never can
Now everything was silent again,
The crowd and the air
Just then, I heard my soul chanting
It was a lover’s forbidden prayer.
– Lover’s prayer
I could feel an incredible pain gradually emerging beneath the skin of my left arm. I rushed to the mirror to have a look. My left shoulder and arm were bruised badly; there was a long deep cut although the blood had dried up. WTF! How did this all happen? I panicked.
As I kept replaying the events of my last evening, trying to remember how I hurt myself, tiny fragments of my dream kept flashing in front of my eyes; the crowd and the boy, the tears and blood, death and silence and lastly… the indelible sweet taste of his lips on mine.
The rest of the night I tried to sleep but could not. Not because I was afraid of hurting myself again with my finger nails but because I was too scared…. scared that the dream might come back again…
The End
