I will not tell him

I will not tell him,
for he had already left for the wilderness,
yet the softness of his lips infused me with innocence that glowed in his eyes.
I became slender that day for the first time.
We sat holding hands and I was that sixteen year old girl whom he kept close to his chest when she wanted to sleep.
I listened to the heartbeat - it spoke of being.
I loved these words.

There was no rush of torn clothes nor words cutting through my skin like a razor.
They still played in my mind though.
Unerasable memories.
I froze in fear as they creeped up my neck.

He failed to see that a sixteen year old girl tried to fill the negative spaces of his body with her presence.
He left for the wilderness that day.

I kept a leaf in my notebook.
It shall turn brown with time...
He shall see so many leaves to pluck in the forest.
They will all be greener than mine.

How to...

A horse died.
They took the dead body and the match began...
The head of the well known team threw the corpse into the playfield.
The impact was so great that the opposing team took  three steps back before their strategist came out with the idea of amputation.
They cut the leg with an ax and threw it back at the opponents.
The crowd was roaring at the stadium.
The match was fascinating.
Better even perhaps than the one in which they decapitated the cow.
The game was so amusing.
They hanged the street dogs by their legs and asked the willing ones to pay rupees 5 for a shot.
It allowed them to gather the funds for the games that were to take place in the coming year.

The greatest being on earth... that knows how to conquer the space, that knows how to build machines, that knows how to... how to... how to...

A horse died.
A cow died.
A dog died.
How to... they did not know.