The Vine by [..] (to be published in Christmas Party souverneer)

I can’t believe this is all what’s left off that vine!
The Root!!

Sometime ago, this vine was healthy & rich.
Shading me with its leaves,
Fulfilling my hunger with its dazzling fruits,
Aromatizing me with its beautiful flowers,
Hurting me with its intoxicating thorns,
Even binding & gagging me from its ever-growing self,
And making me immovable & senseless,
Of anything else.

But, alas, look at it now…
Dying & hopeless
Mutilated & brutally injured

It's a pity no one else misses this vine,
for its astounding beauty & its deadly effect.
Such as a rose & its thorn
But,
No one else could see it to start it...
And a very few knew it's existence.

It's not because the vine had unearthly powers!
But simply because there wasn't such a vine...
Except within these walls of my mind.

<-*->

I became a man with a mind of a microchip
And a heart of a power supply to that chip.
Machines talk to me & tell me
about a species called humans...
Who created them & enslave them
until they expire..

I see these "humans" around me...
Talking, laughing, walking
most of the time.

Only with a few I have made contact,
beyond their misleading interfaces.
And the rest, for me, are just
faces..

From these faces,
as I see stares simply as rigid blankness
& hear voices simply as random sounds
I miss my vine.
Since this was what it made me,
by its near death.
A living machine,
Scared, unprotected, naked and numb,
for all things around me..

But unfortunately, it has left me,
as soon as I left her.

<-*->

She used to race my heart with a single look,
with pure innocence in her eyes..
It always drilled a bore through me,
shredding light to my murky insides
of my mind,
giving me hope & strength
to survive,
when anything could've died with thrust,
for peace of mind.

She used to make me forget everything else,
with a single call of my name,
making myself at all ears,
and at her service,
Because, after all,
Her want, was my need!

She used to make me envy anything
closer to her, even for a moment,
than I could be.
telling myself about a destiny,
that I didn't believe in to start with!

She used to get me thinking.. How?
How I should get her to feel,
a fraction of what I feel to her!
A thought which got me bound & gagged,
& made my mind burn.
Like a fly trying to reach
the brightest flame,
Which will soon be it's grave..

<-*->

And now I lie,
burnt out,
of love & all the thoughts surrounding
leaving just the root..
the root of the vine!

I was forced destroyed it,
But I couldn't kill what's left of it.
Someday this root may grow back
to the former self of beauty,
with the hope it will not scar me..
never more...

Until then...
I will continue to
survive and function..

[..]

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