Showering Bougainvillea

Scene 1:- When a unloved person watches the loves ones and finds him crazy

Whenever I read “A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal”, a beautiful poem by William Wordsworth about a lover terribly missing his beloved, I start imagining how anyone can love rocks and plains in the name of his/her love. Does love stay even after the person dies? Because death means the end of everything including love. Right? Death is indeed a final and utmost point of human life. But why does my 16 years old soul gets confused between two thoughts – for me synonym of the end is Death and death is a sign of the end of love and for that man, love and death have no relation. Yes, that man who thinks her dead spouse to be a bougainvillea tree that wilted a month ago. Now every day this man complains to everyone that the tree is not flowering, but assures himself saying that the severe cold can be a reason. An eccentric needs an asylum right away! But seeing this condition of him, I fear if love makes people crazy then I wish to stay unloved!

Scene 1:- When a loved one talks to himself on his way to meet his spouse.

I hate people when they love remakes over originals.
I hate people when they adore roses over any other flowers.
I hate people when they love autumns over springs.
All in all, these people make me feel nauseated because she used to hate this person.
It had been almost 5 years since my flower of life gloomed forever. No hints, no clues. That day she bid me goodbye before leaving for a trip in mountains.
She poetically said, ‘The greenery of elevation is calling me to write some verses. I will come writing some.’
A solo traveler rightly marked that, ‘Once the mountains call you, there is no comeback.’ A lesser-known remark which came true because after that she never returned. But what returned was her body without a soul. Even those jealous mountains denied to let the soul of one of the loveliest and rarest souls to get departed from them. For this, I will surely sue the mountains for thieving someone’s heart and soul. Also, will never forgive the one in the mirror for not accompanying her. See, how a moment carries the capability by either making the person or destroying the person. Some words unsaid are the moments which stay and so what this feeling dwells in my mind rent-free; the feeling of emptiness, loneliness, lamentation, and many more heart-aching things. But no, I can't break down now as I have to bury her body under the Bougainvillea tree completing her last wish. If anyone comes near the Bougainvillea she will shower the flowers as a token of love. This is what I did, I buried her body and planted her past wish.

"Have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human"

~Excerpt from When I
Die by Rumi
Now I can better understand this particular poem of Rumi and these words are now more phenomenal. If I sleep, I see her in dreams. If I walk, I see her beside me. If I eat, I see her cooking for me. If I see her in every darker path of my life with a lamp in her hand and guiding me like a pole star to a lost ship. Have you ever seen the craziest person in love on earth? If yes, then do tag me above that creature. Have you ever seen the loveliest person on the earth? No, you can never see because the one who was, is now a Bougainvillea tree!
Though she is with me everywhere but whenever I want to lighten off my chest I write to her and then get all the letters posted to the tree hollow. Yes believe, she reads it when I move away from there and replies to me on the back of the same letter. Such a sweetheart! Today, I am on my way to post a letter and dare my mind to speak anything rubbish.

Letter to Bougainvillea

Dear love,

There are so many things to write about. There are so many days to talk and so many nights that may descend. I saw the weather reports yesterday. They said the winter will last long this year but I know you are capable enough to face this (You are Bougainvillea after all. Aren't you?) One more news which may dishearten you. Some people are planning to remake 'Anand'. But hope this never happens as people are disappointed with it. No one needs it after all. But even if it comes to the existence you don't worry, people will never get a second Anand as well as Babumoshoi.
Now here is some other news which may please your eyes to read. Yesterday, I ended up watching 'Kaagaz K Phool' for the tenth time. I swear! Also, I think you know that I don't lie now anymore. Recently, I included Rumi's masterpieces on my bookshelf (It's like a cherry on the cake) Currently, I am reading Gibran's The Prophet and I am loving it. (Your book suggestions are gems for sure).
One more thing, this time I have decided to write you less. The tree hallow is filling with every letter & I don't want it to run out of space. You know what, you should curse these humans for climate change. The severe cold is the reason why you don't shower your love on me anymore. All you are left is with leaves: some dried, some green akin to human feelings. How should I guess whether you are happy or sad as there are no more hints left with you to give!
I try every day not to sob over what I lost but to focus on what I have. What I have is your showering petals and your memories. This is more but I feel it less on occasions. You know how much I cried while writing this to you. ( Oh yes yes, you know everything) But still, aren't you in any mood to either call me or come back?

P.S - All that I have is the dried petals and this song which I wholly dedicate to you.

"TUM NA JAANE KIS JAHAN M KHO GAYE.
HUM BHARI DUNIYA M TANHAA HO GAYE."

Yours maniac,
....