Inspired

So she took off her love and affectionately spread over the terrace. Hoping, a scorching heat will give them a meaning and a tinge of hope. He started singing Dylan’s “It’s all over now baby blue” and read the emails for the last time before purging. There were few symbols, signs, her cascades, faint perfumes, snail mails, cavities lying beneath his obligatory heart which should be punished and dethrone, might be burned in the midnight. He hates gadgets because they surmise and create fantasies before him. He banished the mindless jingles, the frothing jargons, never-ending tailmails,the restless nights, the daytime pageants, umbrella tree for her meditation, text messages, sailing while holding hands, countless contemplation and unborn children . Calling cards are also deported.

Memory should be erased which embedded as the fingerprint, concrete.
Will rise and vaporize one day?

To whom are you lying, Mr. Misnomer?