Murals In My Heart

I still have the walls of my heart

Decorated with the murals of

Our memories. They have

Conquered every corner of my heart,

Yearning for your presence

In my barren life, with my soul,

Parched, deprived of the rains

Of your affection. I simply could not fathom

The depth of helplessness,

Running through the cracks

In my broken soul, wishing for

Just a few moments with you, again.

It's as though, all other emotions

Have been immolated within me,

Except for a never-exhausting fire

Of longing for you. I cannot at all

Accept your departure, and move ahead,

For, the void it has left,

In my very being, could not be ever

Filled by anyone, by anything.

My being now, is solely dependent

On your memories, on our memories,

Those precious gems,

Which I have cradled close to my soul.

Those murals in my heart,

Shall be ever-existing.

Even after, I would be about to

Take my leave from here,

To be with you,

Me last heartbeat shall echo

The words imprinted on those murals,

The last blood flowing

Through my veins, shall carry the color

Of those murals, and,

The last breath shall escape,

With the letters of your name.

Till then, I shall drag on,

Searching for solace in

Those murals in my heart.