Enamoured by the love story which life had painted
Caressed by rapturous music and an ethereal moon
Wondering how she had been granted this boon
All those years she had hopelessly waited
Amidst the querulous garrison of pixies
Revelling in childhood-coated dreams
Drowning in pastel-coloured memories
Blessed by that lucky star's pristine beams
Reminiscing about an ancient, broken past
One minute past midnight, will the magic last?
She heaves a painful sigh, she cries a silent tear
Rummages through the box of hapless fears
Finding only rags of distress, and spells of happiness
Should she hold on to time, lest it starts those sordid games?
Should she reinvent herself, climb down the ladders of pain?
She swam the last lap into oblivion
Gazed into his chocolate eyes, held his warm hands
Loved till she had emptied her soul into his heart
Sold herself to romance, played the flute with Cupid
And now that canvas fades into nothingness
Ravaged by Destiny's wear and tear
She was running away from Truth's cold stare
At her heels, followed Death's dark and ugly minions
One minute she was flashing a dimpled smile
And the next, she had crashed into Fate's overwhelming currents
Laughter died on her lips, the sun's rays dared not accost her
Rainbows had created havoc in her velvet blue sky
But now they shy away from her shadows, anxious for a quick exit.
Shadows of a despicable nature
Matured into a full-blown tempest
The angry torrent of monsoon rains destroyed the harvest
She had hoped for an ounce of sympathy
But she was met with Revenge's compassionless dagger
It pierced into her aching heart
Drawing out a crimson shade of red
Death, her old friend was welcoming her into an afterlife
But she had died a thousand deaths,
Been on the brink of suicide and tampered with the Lord's plans
Skipped across the boundaries erected by the wise sages
Built her cottage amidst the green and lush pastures
She was a blooming flower, the early morning dew
Aching for a glimpse of sunrise and waiting for a Miracle to unfold.
The butterflies were her sole friends
They danced and pranced around
Catching a whiff of her embalmed perfume
She smelled of vanilla, cinnamon and daffodils
The roses envied her perfect beauty
Her dark locks cascaded into an endless wave of joy
The mirrors were all fond of her
Finally they had found their Goddess, their Queen, and their Empress
She was destined for great things; the world was at her feet
If only she had followed her Light
Dared to light a lamp at the altar of Love
But when the time came for her to fly into the spotless horizon
She sheared her wings and broke her promises with the Angels
The veil hid her tear-streaked face
That face which once sparkled, shimmered, glittered
Life, once a great adventure, a friend, a companion
Had transformed into a burlesque nightmare
Her bedside light dimmed into an eerie, dreamless torpor
While a thousand splendid suns fell into her lap
She cursed the still stream which was murmuring lullabies of yesteryears.
Riots of colours into an open sky
The setting sun bursting forth vermillion and orange hues
Eternity brushed past by, Happiness strolled nonchalantly by
The doors to Freedom were locked forever, so were the doors to his heart
Where Faith was secretly mingled with fresh blessings
Where the once simmering effervescence had all but drooped and withered
There she had planted the last rose, that blood-red rose, that sacrilegious flower
Bouquets and brickbats alike
Tears and sunshine alike,
Depression and laughter alike,
She had witnessed life's outbursts of emotions
On the endless shores of a lonely ocean
She had bathed in the magical moonlight
Plunged face down into the abysmal reality
Only to discover that it was all but a charade
This bank and shoal of life had deceived her into believing in fairy-tales
In love's perpetuity she had blindly trusted
While the infinitesimal droplets of rain started her waking dream
Gone were the signs of early spring
Carrying in their wake Abundance, dappled delights and Enlightenment
She had dreamed euphoric happenings
But her hopes had been mercilessly dashed, unequivocally crushed to dust
That which she had jealously held in her bosom
That which she had nurtured like a new born babe
Had turned to be a poisonous dagger, a sword so treacherous
It could pierce into one's heart both ways.
She utters a final word
Crouching low among the reeds
A poor maiden among the dried weeds
The words of utter despondency, of utter failure
Half-hearted goodbyes she bid to life,
They resounded across the plains, empty and hollow
A bright star she was, but the light had gone from her soul
Stifled and extinguished by life's brouhaha
Where the angels had chose to cajole her
She had refused to be nursed by their soothing balm
Instead wallowing in self-pity
Preferring the pangs of loneliness to their reassuring embrace
Love had ransacked her; love had robbed her of Self-Esteem
Today, of all days, she was waiting for Redemption
The latter, dressed in black garbs, did not offer its sympathy
Belligerently, the petals tried to chase away the demons
But they had taken control of the reigns much too soon,
It was only a matter of seconds before the maiden breathed her last
The rosary slipped from her outstretched fingers, her eyes lost their shine
Death had outshone her prayers beseeching for Immortality
Life, after all, had not been a heaven but a journey of thorns and brambles
She had skipped over the winding paths, she had drank from the goblet of existence
But love had killed her; her Lover had left her destitute
It had killed her stealthily, slowly and without warning
She would have been better off without Passion's attire
Now, her Soul has been destroyed beyond repair
It watches forlornly from the cotton-soft skies,
If only she could love again, if only she could turn back the wheels of time
If only she could be human again,
And taste the nectar of life in her Lover's arms
Death, release her from your clutches
Can't you cast off your pitiless cloak for once?
Can't you strike a deal with your arch rival, Life?
Life will give her a second chance, she will love again
Where she had been afraid to love to her heart's content
She will now bask in the glory of Romance
She will be whole again, broken she was,
But mended she will be...
Krishnee © 16.08.10
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