The Exiled Hour

Wanting some more tranquility dragged me to you beneath the noise of the world caught me with wilderness of winter forest.

A girl although deeply rooted to French culture always wobbling around in search of true peace suddenly got a call from her ancient friend Rebecca and her husband Duke from the city of Westminster. Her tender words feel like the whole truth and thinking nowhere and believing it to be the happiest sensation welcomed the world of despair unknowingly with a darling smile.

Bustling city life which was something I hate the most smirked back at me when I terrifyingly remembered the good old days.

My eyes failed to notice the actual intentions of the people I appreciated, And I realised that was my biggest mistake.

Slowly things had changed and disappeared, the mirror on the wall reflect my sufferings every night and day. The people would find my heart into minute pieces. Is this what I asked for?

From the day I stepped in the cabin and so still now thousand hours came, waited and left unraveling their story.

Once they had a dream and that changed their mindset forever. They believed that even brains can be brought back to life by some experimental rituals. More people came to their doorstep when they introduced themselves to the people nearby. 

Nothing they could get out of these bloody fake myths and so they ran out of sight.

Read dozens of times about that news but their words of affection overcast my reasoning thoughts.

After living in the long-exiled hour, they chose their experimental ritual.

Hands are tied sometimes, sometimes feet and he forcibly dragged me to the room where he performs all his experiments upon me.

My body weakens, I understand how much it can struggle even they are feed with food and water.

I cried helplessly only to be heard, but I realized that I sold myself to them, and this exiled hour is endless.

I wrote letters to all the seasons, but delivery option isn't there. I kept it in a wooden box, but it too disappeared like my happiness.

Rusted and crusted they kept the letters away from discovery. 

Finding their way to their cottage in the midst of the cold gloomy haze breathe and breath out through the staircase of hills repeating the same all the way but suddenly leaning down at their house's entrance.

Number of chits like thing the couple takes out of a handkerchief from under the mat. So just this one last time I know you may feel a bit awkward, but I've been through a lot while writing this for you and I know you are too struggling to declutter your desires, but you are too shy to talk about the trash that we gifted ourselves.

My story with you stuffed with question marks, punctuations and full stops and too many lines gaps look like it's lonelier more than it was but have something to say in the simplest words....

" If once am a disgrace effigy!" Will you love me the way you do now?

Rather you would smoke off the blues into pitch-black darkness.

Would you take care of me just like you always did ...!

Or else you would agree to clean up the mud once a week?

Stumble upon shards of dreams once these hazel eyes claim to win.

An invisible effigy of me built upon shores. Witness my dreams die at falling dawn melt the clay in my heart of your invisible effigy. 

Drown it to seas, but don't let my innocence,

Fade away in the deep.

Eyes glaze no more in pursuit of lucid dreams,

Melodies of a flutist and a flute swathe of entire dullness,

Unnecessary necessities of rain paint the crimson goodbyes with strings of beloved's amaranthine love.

Cause I truly can't hide what I feel as if I had an addiction to your love every day and night, but I wish if you would look into my eyes, you could see the percentage of love, I tried to showcase but I couldn't but trust me neither I will be crying nor writing a poem of us in the small diary and carry in the pockets of my large purse. So brutally the love we killed before anymore regrets makes us closer again.

See we aren't trapped in the bond of good heart and perfect relationship, but I believe too that you could break the hearts, but it would cost you a pleasure but not an urge to love someone new and my heart are its proof.

I know I don't belong to you yet every night I forgive and born again.

 Let be me with the arteries and veins and don't split apart when someone you adore disappears.

Only some few chits left to read after that people would find it in the minute pieces. Still, people fall for you. I don't understand how they could be so stupid and trusted.

Rebecca giggled inside the scarf she's wearing, and duke roll up those chits and made into one and swallow it immediately.

Rebecca is startled at Duke's weird action, but she managed such things always.

I am still alive now to tell the world, but I don't know when I would be freed from this exiled hour cage.