Breathe life into me...

Breathe life into me,
And take me far far away.
A li'l into the blue, a li'l into yellow.
Let the patches of memoirs be blurred,
Let the tears roll down and dry.
Let's forget,
You and I aren't who we're meant to be.
My glassy panes hold tiny drops this morning
of a rain that fell last night.
And I traced a figure
on their transparent cheeks.
Somehow they made all the lines and curves
speak of the same old story.
They also talked of reminiscent flowers.
Do you remember those flowers?
They were so yellow and green.
And they stayed in my vase for long long time.
Till the dried petals crumpled themselves
And turned more sepia from ochre.
Till someone told me to let go of them.
I still wish if they could have lived forever.
From last summer to this,
and from last to this monsoon,
memoirs have been whooshing past.
Every time a dry petal falls
I have them by my side, above and below.
I am taking every moment
Lungful of air inside of me.
They engulf my heart,
like it was engulfed once upon a time.
Yet it doesn't rise or fall.
The yellow and the rains are filling me up,
They’re all that I can feel and see.
The panes are still staring at me,
a distant nothingness looming large.
And the figure is melting down slow.
I am thinking maybe you will come and see,
open my windows and let the air fly,
And breathe life into me…