Memories

written for ONE STOP - PICTURE PROMPT

 Last night

 the boundary between

memories and the inky blue sky

got blurred.

Last night

I met my memories one more time,

when they kept falling and diminishing

as flakes of molten sorrow.

The continuous drumming of the rain

was getting synonymous

with the droning incessant ceaseless

falling of reminiscences.

Thoughts and recollections were

retrieved from the night’s eerie silence

and they, along with the

crimson patches of the past,

on a soil

enriched by the humus of remnants,

stood as a relic, a forlorn house,

an edifice,

filled with the husks of

a few discarded dreams

and thwarted hopes.

Now as I stand ready to plummet out of life

disintegrating, peacefully,

without a backward glance,

sans the hurled abuses and no tears,

would I like to die calmly, I think,

with the house of memories neatly tucked

in the maze of my mind!