Magic

Your mind is a labyrinth,

A wild, wild mess that beckons,

Your eyes keep swirling,

There are so many stories

That play hide and seek

In that vast ocean of chocolate.

Your lips part just enough

To tantalize me with a secret

Hiding beneath, as it dissolves in

The air with the breath that

Whispers to me of patience

And the sweetness of the fruit

Ripe, that is plucked in its own time.

My entire being, every tiny sliver,

Is a slave, I feel a spell pulling me

To you, oh tell me, are you human

Or just pure magic, playing charades

With us mere mortals?

 

Masterpiece

What secrets do you carry around?

I asked Enigma as she paid me a visit

Listen to the beat of your heart, she said

This is your Melody; and the secret is,

When you do find the words to go with it,

You will become an enchanting masterpiece.

This world Cherie, is your treasure land,

So set out dancing to the Beat,

With your head full of ideas

And your heart full of hope,

Let Wonder reside in your eyes

And Glee make a home in your soul.

Let this Beat guide you and you’ll see,

Life is a better adventure than the ones you read.

Gift

If I were to give you

The greatest gift that I ever could 

I would tell you, take my love

Oh Precious One

And the promise that comes

With it.

With my love, I pledge to you,

That even in the darkest 

Hour of Life, 

My love shall flow 

Through your veins 

Like the Light of the Morningstar,

When your heart aches and shatters,

My love shall wrap itself around you

Till you are whole again,

And in the room of Shame

When you dare not meet your own eyes

My love shall be the mirror that 

Will show you the treasures 

That still lie buried within you.

Born Again

Once upon a morning, Sunlight as bright as Hope streamed in And the breeze came fluttering, Wearing the aroma of a little flower Shyly putting on its new petals. As I turned another corner, Spring stood waiting and Whispered to …

Breathe

As the evening falls
And I’m drenched in rain,
I pray, may your love
Find me like this, when I don’t
Have to run, or chase or fall.
I pray, may your love soothe me
Just as the smell of rain on earth,
And all I have to do to feel it
Is simply breathe.

The Kaleidoscope: A Pen Portrait

When she was a child, her father always told her she could be anyone she wanted. That’s because, he added “you’re a chameleon soul my girl”. She believed in magic and longed for a world where she could attend balls in surreal castles and have tea with the mad hatter.

She grew up to be a fine damsel, yes. And then reality struck at her. Someone did take her for a ride on a white horse, but he was no white knight. The devil was funny and handsome and had such  beautiful eyes that she bartered her heart for his demons without a second thought.

She was shattered into a million million shards, reduced to zilch, but then after a century of nightmares, hope whispered in her father’s voice, “you can be anything you want”. So she rose from the ashes, built herself back tiny bit by tiny bit and became a queen, a warrior queen and wore her scars with pride.

It’s true she was a chameleon soul: she was the damsel and the dragon, both. She did not know it, but she had become a kaleidoscope of a woman, iridescent and resplendent; she shone like a diamond but never stopped burning for the things she loved.

Mask

It is another step,
Another step in a dull march
Towards that endless slumber.
It is another chapter,
Another chapter in the book
Of a journey wise men call life.

It feels like just another day
Another day in the series of
Days that I will go through,
Merely existing, carrying vivid
Dreams and untold stories
Buried somewhere deep in
My heart, as if it were a cemetery.

They call for pomp and show,
They demand merry making and celebrations grand; little do they know,
I die bit by bit inside
As I hear the clock ticking
The knell ringing a bit louder
In my ears now.

I recall that glee of childhood,
That gaiety of adolescence,
When I lived as if all of life
Were a carnival, magical and fascinating.
Now I dust off a mask, from that
Long lost celebration and lo!
A girl:lovely and bright eyed, springs back to life asking me
Again and again, “Hide from the world however much you want,
But tell me, how long you think
You can hide from yourself?”

Bliss

Between the light and the dark,

You dwell in my soul

As if you were a shadow.

Between the Blacks and The Whites,

You seep into my life

As if you were a grey shadow.

Between the Dusk and the Dawn,

You hide somewhere in my being

As if you were a grey shadow,

haunting all my twilights,

dragging me down the

dusty, old alleys of memories

that I try to keep at bay.

You, you whisper to me

of things I long to forget.

Alas, I want to be the child

that shuts her eyes against

this cruel, dark world and you,

You nag at me relentlessly,

I hear you shouting, shouting

at me, like my mother would;

Yet they call you just the little voice

inside everyone’s head.

You little voice, you don’t

understand; a wise man once told me,

Ignorance is Bliss; it is that Bliss

That I crave for; the bliss in which I

want to drown and never return;

but you, you little voice haul me back,

back into reality,

back into Consciousness.

Spell

As if they were oceans,

swirling, churning, deep, dark

oceans of delicious molten chocolate,

those eyes of yours,

they tempted me to wander and lose myself.

Those eyes, they wove some strange spell.

 

As if it were the first ray of the day,

lighting up the world, painting that bleak

grey sky into colors of dawn,

that smile of yours,

it beckoned me to shake off leftovers of nightmares.

That smile, it wove some strange spell.

 

As if you were some white knight

from a long lost lore,

making sad children smile and

nursing injured puppies

that heart of gold, that resplendent heart of yours,

it enchanted me to fall, fall for you.

That heart, it cast some strange spell.

 

 

Antidote

Come to me like waves
crashing upon the shore,
Come to me with fire in your breath
And rain upon your lips
Come, I beseech you, for I
Am no better than the parched earth beneath my feet.

Fly, fly to me, borrow time’s
chariot if you must.
Fly, fly to me with thunder in your wings and stars in your eyes
Fly, fly to me, I plead to you,
For my life is darker than
the black, moonless night.

Hurry, hurry, hurry before I crumble
Hurry, hurry, hurry before this nothingness claims my soul
Hurry, hurry, hurry for now can’t be soon enough; hurry hurry
hurry because you promised,
a drop of love, just one tiny drop
of true love will be antidote enough.