Coffin of alive-breathing memories

Coffin of alive-breathing memories Estrangement which could not b denied.......this is my fate to live with it....n i have a feeling that one who understand this hyper feeling of alive-breathing memories can only understand me. The nail i m searching is a symbol of that most awaited thing which i think is on the way towards me. Our sweet home with two rooms now, seems to be a vacuum with two strangers. You and me, wandering incoherently aimless and endless, good-old we, Looking deep in the chasm between us, probing for the last nail to fix the coffin full of shared feelings. Passage, between two rooms, congested of our footprints. Molestive passage is longing to see them mingled intimately. Thin fringes of our emotions have parted our mutual passionate desperation. White pigmented but naked walls moist with the tears of Eros, Hanging mirrors are commotive by seeing our tempestuously-quite eyes. He is bribing us to live as river and as wind wandering alongside on the barren field of confliction and affliction. Every door and every window is struggling to check the whirls of wind, Wind is scared of making bustle, Every fuss is in quietude, Every remnant of lively home is still since we smiled last. Bonds of estrangement are tired Nemesis is ready to redress every bit. But we, a bit more injured, standing far-apart, are still searching the last nail to fix the coffin of alive-breathing memories.