PROFLIGATE CHARACTERS

Don’t you know? What they say?
About the kinds of stories. We got to play.
The stories that start right after the end.
The stories that have arisen from the dead .
The stories where the chapters are never euphoric, Not even for a moment.
They say “it’s profligate to know the characters”
And I agree with what they say.
As I never wished for them to know me.
I wished you, that you’d know me and the world we made.
But when we were burned, you cleaned the ashes just cause you never wanted
to read our book again.

So honey, don’t you know?
What they say?
About the kinds of stories,
Where the boy forgets the promises he made?
To love, to guard, to keep her safe?
They say “There never was a story, as the boy himself held the matchstick when your
story was under the flames”
And I agree with what they say.

-Ayesha Singh
The poetry "PROFLIGATE CHARACTERS" Is about those two souls in love whose stories start after the end means start once again after being ended once. They've been broken apart before but they can not be separated so the chapters are never euphoric here. Every person reading their story hates the storyline and characters because they're broken then put together and this continues and this makes no sense to those unromantic human eyes. But in this case, even the boy doesn't reads the story twice, when the story was being hated, was being turned he cleaned the ashes down he didn't protect her or the story he simply denied the love he ever held for her. In the end, it was discovered that the boy himself burned their story. Every effort the girl made was crumbled up and thrown aside by the boy. The boy held the matchstick when the story was burned.