While spattering some colors,
I ran into a memory.
She waved hello from underneath the sheet.
Where it was a nimble shade of purple.
Admonishing the remembrance, I dribbled a duskier shade.
A mix of black and lilac.
The lilac was almost dominated by the black.
But at some places, white brought it out.
And all over again, I teleported to a memory.
This time, I couldn’t resist dwelling in the lanes for longer seconds.
I walk down this narrow road.
Pitch black, when I hear knocking at the door.
The door to my left is pounding.
The door to my right is pounding too,
But nobody is seen.
A short while later, all 12 houses on the right and on the left are smashing.
The clutter is deafening.
I am writhing, striving to eliminate the clatter.
But there’s only so far the ears would allow the fingers in.
Should I turn back?
But then, another shade, another memory.
I stay still, the deafening banging and smashing come to halt all by itself.
Slowly, opening my eyes.
Tears start flowing which I hadn’t realized had arisen in my lids.
Maybe because it was all so agonizing.
As I regain my stature,
A lady opens the third door in the right lane.
So does a lady of the third house in the left lane
They both look alike and wear a purple apron,
Difference is, the lady on the right has the lighter purple, which I tried to cover.
And the lady on the left is a mixture of lilac and black, an evenly blended mixture.
No, hints of the light lilac peek from beneath.
They both invite me over.
But why should I go, I should keep walking.
But, it’s my memory lane.
Moments I had lived.
Reliving them couldn’t be dangerous, at best, it could be hard.
Before I prepare my mind,
The lady on the right,
Beckons; “Forget what you lived, move on. Darkness prevails if you let it.
Wipe it off. Embrace the lights. It’s no longer a battle you fight.”
As if a counter, the lady from the left speaks in the same breath as the right lady stops.
“You always have to live with your fears. Fears are never pleasant,
Come in nip a little and drown in a murky lake. After all, it’s all you.
Drown in yourself, honey.”
After being resorted to the agony and discontentment.,
It’s not hard to give in to the temptation of being under the dark.
None of the ladies speak now, they both await my pronouncement.
I am dragged back to my desk,
The purple color, in both the shades all over the canvas.
I think that’s the best.
Not choosing, just living a little of both lives.
Misery and joy.
Smiles and frowns.
Lilac and dark blacks.