Watching him falling, backwards, in an odd art form, he tries holding up in the air, balance lost, and falls, that was certain. I saw, he was trying catch up flying bird, breaking its nest, inside his house (if I may, If I could that’s a house)
Bird flies, taking open way out, perhaps he thought it might hit roughly in rage against him, and he falls, standing few hands away half wet in soap water, I watched that to happen
I’m, who suffocates, a bit similarly that bird, probably hurt and afraid, who’s home has been broken by the one again and again, sky cuts into small yard piece, limited open fresh wind, I watched the fall from few steps away ,as if someone statues me of immediate effects
I was cleaning long yards, along with water and soap, that was late noon time. Later festival season, leaves quietly sleeping, winter breaks into silence, bringing suitcase full of dry leaves,dust and moistless weather. Wind drives dryness crazily. I was busy for finishing day’s fine done
Hearing noise coming from another window, I saw him falling in slow motion, stair at that scene, as if reading a poem.
Mind knows, I must run, have a duty to save the one, heart is calm, moan ice unbreakable, dead. Mind says’ go help, that’s your nature”! But my feet glued on wet floor, refusing commands
Trying to run, as I do always before the one, all that wounds grab my bone,flesh, always I laid me in grief of pain, miserable aches stayed long, in exchange of tears, silenced smile, perhaps my subconscious mind now taking lead, pulled me back ceasing free senses that is normally I am supposed to be, defining being who I am to the one,
I watched him falling, expressionless, voiceless, no affection, no ah, no oh,quietly forced to be statue, master of the mind free of guilt, asked me not to run
Then it’s done, when he stands up, my senses coming back, I turn to finish undone. Years after years, I fall each day, alone, wounds turned into scars, who never protects cares, pushed me in aches,today understand my heart has become stone for the one who trashed that
From back yelling doesn’t fear me. No explanation I must have, why I didn’t run to help, yelling the thing mind is rejoicing, I am watching me, in duality I saw subconscious mind behaves faithfully as a lover to me I saw him falling. Freezing in moments, in quietness, being remote control of another me in myself, some instrumental music playing in backgrounds, decade has passed, I saw what a loss! That kind, soft, ready to help, smiling face girl has died hitting rock. What a loss, she eclipses herself, she doesn’t deserve.