Your Love Is Monumental
Today is an another wobbly morning where I have opened my eyes to collect my pieces and recollect the transient peace of last night which soon gave it's way to a tentative traumatising earthquake and perhaps this morning I found myself lying in the epicentre of breakage , placed perfectly in the centre or our bed to fill the space occupied by you during the transient peace of last night .
Today is an another wobbly morning and I have rubber my eyes and I finally saw you , beautiful as you were , beautiful as you are , beautiful as you will be . I feel you are somewhat monumental , you love is monumental , monumental to this earthquake that shook us both but broke me , your highness stands tall , brave , unruptured , magnificent and historic , you are not affected by earthquakes because you are too old and too strong to break into pieces , I am new to this business of handling earthquakes with historic love monuments like you .
So today is another normal day , I have forgotten this earthquake between us and now I slightly shifted to the other side of the bed , I noticed your breakages , darling you too have breakages in you , forced love inscriptions and patriarchal letters you too have been ravaged maybe this is experience but you too are affected by this earthquake as I put my hands on your monumental skin I notice painted wounds so fresh yet so beautifuly old too , I see you have been gazed , praised and misused by many but I notice you are peacefuly placed here in front of me sleeping in my memory , did you rebuilt yourself in my memory ?
So here I am shifting completely towards you near this epicentre again to make and break myself into your archaeologist to explore you as much as I can , I am not like those professionaly perfect guides you met earlier , I am your archaeologist and you are my passion not a business of benifit .
So the next time I'll dive deeper and deeper into your exploration an paste a warning board on you that any further mark of touch would be a direct offence to this government called me.
Today is the aftermath of this earthquake and you are still monumental but this time magnificent in my memory and warning board of no degradation , regardless of public misuse , you are mine .
Copyright © Ridhi Bhutani | Year Posted 2019
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