Conscious dream (The banyan tree – II)

Read the first part here: The Banyan Tree – I

 

The sky painted blue

Yellow lantern rising

Its rays waking wings

Sparkling dew on green carpet

He skipped a puddle

Towards the big floating branches

I could watch him all day

His soft hair, his stubble

 

He sat near me silently

His eyes reflecting my face

A small curve on his lips

With his back touching the

Banyan tree, he took my hand

Within his hands

No words exchanged

 

I turned my face away from his

As he slowly leaned onto me

Its not really a good bye, he said

My eyes went watery

The war isn’t easy,

And all the life it has claimed

Sacred isn’t a word enough

This banyan tree has been our sanctum

With myriad memories flashing

I choked

 

He said nothing

Kept mum, shifting slowly

‘Oh Mike!’ I gasped,

as he slowly slipped

A ring onto my finger

 

to be continued…

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