Deleting...

Deleting - With his finger’s tip pressing the right key the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly; no mercy, without hesitating deletes. The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment; the photo which has been a poisonous leaf burning him; the sensation of destruction bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark; becomes erased with a single command. Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood more than a digital photograph could have… The scratches write the word ‘no’ with some crude tongue. Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside of a churning stream. Is he supposed to make the pain of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence? Can a simple button delete days and nights or shared wares of life or one day being replaced with another mortal, someone else? No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain the claws of own hatred of himself. In a recycle bin a face still remains freeze in a shared moment. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar