The sound of your laughter is the sweetest song that ever stirred my ears.

She

You are a pretty Flower; They told her.

Pretty.

Soft.

Gentle.

Your fragrance permeates the air.

Your colours allure the eyes.

Your delicate petals hold all the softness of the universe.

And then they conveniently plucked the petals

With their cruel fists.

Adulterated her fragrance

With their filthy smells.

Stained her dazzling colours

With their murky, smutty hands.

Left her withered.

Faded.

Tainted.

You are the vivid Sun; they told her.

Vivid.

Glaring.

Invincible.

Your light blinds the world.

Your aura dazzles the sphere.

Your warmth engulfs the galaxies.

And then they swamped her light

With their gloomy souls.

Stole her warmth

With their abusive manners.

Crushed her aura

With their abasing ways.

Left her bland.

Dark.

Cold.

You are the free bird; They told her.

Free.

Fleeting.

Unshackled.

Your mighty wings enfold the skies.

Your enchanting songs mesmerize the spirit.

Your fearless flight inspires the bashful.

And then they slit her wings

With their self-pronounced regulations.

Suppressed her music

With their deafening yells.

Curbed her flight

With their convenient limitations.

Left her fallen.

Muted.

Broken.

And as they basked in the glory

Of their gruesome acts;

Rejoicing in their vicious victory-

She rose.

She picked herself up.

Her withered petals.

Her broken wings.

Her muffled songs.

Her diminished lights.

Her stained colours.

Her tired warmth.

And stirred them all.

And She rose.

She swirled.

She soared.

Stronger. Higher. Tougher.

And every single time;

They cut her wings,

Or crush her petals;

Or hush her voice-

She will rise. Again.

Stronger. Higher. Tougher.

The Withering Floret

Like the dejected, withering floret;

I laid along the pavement.

They passed by.

Some steps, light and lonely.

Some strides of carefree gait.

At times, they passed a glance-

With little time to watch or wait.

They walked along- hand in hand.

Their eyes never leaving each other’s.

I watched the dazzling fire in them.

Ah! How long before it smothers.

Oh I have seen this twinkle before -

That lights the love-borne eyes.

First comes pleasure, then pain.

Then? Unkind words. Unsaid goodbyes..

Many-a-times I saw them pass;

Lost in their happy space.

And I laid along the pavement;

Adrift in this giant maze.

One fine day, the winds did blow.

And off I went with the breeze.

Far and wide I trailed.

Seeking the final cease.

Eventually, I reached There-

Where the sun shines too bright;

Where butterflies sing lullabies;

Where there is no Wrong, no Right.

There we stood, all wasted;

After all these years of striding.

As his hands touched mine,

We felt the galaxies colliding.

And in that fleeting moment,

When fervours soared high;

Everything finally made sense

The pleasure, the pain, the goodbye..