A princess born in this world,
Cheerful and full of glee,
Dolls and puppets encompassed her,
A rainbow of life it was...

Starting to grow up in haste,
She told, “Dolls are not for me”,
Dreamed of a prince who would come someday,
Forever with her he’d be,

Smiles, laughter in a heap,
Passed springs, those were so full,
Upon the piano notes her heart would leap,
But the prince seemed fast asleep,

She would wait night and day,
Her youth slipping away,
Fragrance flowered in flowers still,
Until one dark day,

Until one dark day,
A messenger told, “Your blood is preyed,
By a monster so hungry,
You can’t run... it’s already too late”,
The prince would break the walls
And free her ... she prayed,

The monster craved to devour her,
It lusted for her prime,
Her father would say “Sorry, angel,
It never was your crime”

He orated at length, a fairytale,
Beside her bed, where, awake was she for long,
Where... nothing could go wrong,

And when he reached halfway through,
He saw his angel’s face,
Covered in a soft smile, adorned in tears,
Fast asleep,
Did the prince come to save her?
She didn’t have the time to hear...

As I sighed over the dusty photographs,

Of the storm that passed,

You called love,



The headphone was singing songs of yearning,

Our clothes still wet

From that day,

For the misty breeze from the bay didn’t let it dry,

And words dried up, the music retained,



Of chandeliers and little stars,

That you chose over

The dance that lit them up,



The idea harnessed,

Hurt by my eagerness to explore,

How could you be so quiet?

Like fallen leaves...

Of poetry,



And you gave me more than I could take,

I desired yet more

... More of you...

Far off and distant, tired to see,
The person craved just like me,
Prayed and preyed in the deepest ways,
To get over his hollow days,

The balance had ruptured,
Chaos grumbling,
What would he even gain...
To fathom the roots of his diseased pain,

Wonder without a heart,
What you see
The world straying in disbelief,
Of the mumbled words that went unheard,

Love was a ray of light
And the angel he saw,
Was busy making love to the sunshine,
He was left out or was he chosen?

The picture of emptiness,
Drawn and washed away,
Yet somehow, the dried scars
Seem to find a way,

And the colour of laughter was red,
Everything else black!
Broken by the plague of indifference,
Caused by knowledge reluctantly seeping in,

Can you listen to the choices made that
Bleed tears in silent darkness,
Searching for care in care alone,
As reality tries to slap him out of it.

Things could have been better,
If someone just gave it a try,
But
Now the day was over,
... The sun will rise again in all its grandeur,
Yet ... nothing had changed...