Metamorphosis of a dream

Into a self imposed exile...

Away from the din of reality...

Away from the rat race of life...

Away from the elements that stole our dreams...our smile...

Into a self imposed exile...

Into a cocoon...before we can fly on the wings of a colourful dream...

A beautiful smile spreading the nectar of cheer from flower to flower...

Entwined in the ecstasy of love on the wings of a zephyr...

And then we find our ephemeral selves back in the warmth of a cocoon...

Waiting to fly again into a burst of smiling colours...

Thus evolves the saga of life and beyond... a dream and its metamorphosis...

A smile in time

Thrown back into time…
thrown into the back of a truck of memories and driven back into time…

I see a child in time, unknown of his purpose in life – happy nevertheless, smiling at the world around and planting his fair share of joy.

The child grows on the wings of expectation – never entirely his own...
His friends, his family, his society … all have their fair say in it, but then it is ‘his life’.

Time rambles along, and so does his life…
No longer a child in time, still pretty unknown is his purpose in life – not as happy as he were before…his heart doesn't smile anymore…

Oh take me back wheels of time… take me back…a child in time - just so I can smile

Fragrance of love

They were strewn down the stairs, vulnerable to the crushing by the feet of fate.

Yet they happily adorned the stairs with a smile, fearless of tomorrow, living their moment.

In those flowers, I smelt the fragrance of unending care.

It was sheer instinct that made me pick one up - a flower so tender, a flower so fragrant with love.

She smiled when I offered it to her. The smile of the flower faded in compare.

As the fingers that received it wrapped gently around its bruised petals, I felt the gentle touch of care.

Summer and spring are stepping down and the gentle zephyr of autumn is doing it rounds, leaving the tree threadbare before the reality of winter stings with its cruel chill.

The fragrance of her smile lingers… beyond this life... and the tree awaits another summer and spring to smile in the fragrance of a flower.

A kiss before I live

As I fade into oblivion, just one gift do I seek
A wish to be born, as I dream to live on
As I turn comfortably numb, just one gift do I seek
A kiss from my love, just to make me re-born.

Just to soar into the open skies, on the tattered wings of a dream
Hoping to keep afloat, on the softly blowing breeze of love
If not, to plummet to the ground of reality
And breath my last as the breeze of love kisses me - just so we will be re-born

Mask of Life

The rain drops slithered and slided down the window pane.
What I saw leaning against the glass, reflected my life.
Just short of insanity, yet so full of meaning.
Just blurred and hazy, yet so clear and pristine.
I slowly peeled the mask off my face. The mask of life.
Everything that was meaningless to that very moment, now seemed to have a meaning. However the meaning wouldn't be revealed so easily. There was a clause to it.
The distant star of love needed to take off her mask as well.
Until then, it would all be a dream. A prayer.
A pain that would carve into our heart, cutting us without bleeding.
Hurting us without paining.

"Put the mask back and you will be just fine" So said the voices from around.

A moment in thought and then I threw off the mask from my hand.
It pained as the droplets of rain ran down the past, into an unknown future.
There I stood alone... but all I cared for was that smile I could see in a distance.
My star, no longer mine, smiling for me.

This was the paradox of life opening its door to me.

Broken piece of smile

A broken piece of rainbow, just beyond my reach,
Just a broken piece of mirth, so lost amongst dark clouds
Painting through her sorrows, a sky in seven hues,
Just beyond my reach, to wipe that painted tear

If only I could fly, and reach the sky so high
Ride Pegasus with his roaring reins, spread lightning in the stride
If only I could smile, and get lost within her eyes
Together ride the lightning to eternal, endless times

Even with Gods

Even Gods are confounded by the question of life
Compounded by the what’s, astounded by the why’s
Can Immortals comprehend an ephemeral life?
A race against death, though we all ride to death

Even Gods do realize, folly with their creation
Lowly mortals wage war, barrels blazing and swords flashing
Why do we not awaken to the drizzle of pure wisdom?
That we slaughter our soul, when we murder another

Even Gods do shed tears perched in Their high heavens
Mumble, rumble and grumble in the sniffle of a thunder
Wonder how we get caught in that tingling light drizzle
Drenched in thoughts raining down jumbled minds in a hustle

Even Gods laugh in colours, when they see mortals stutter,
Stranded and drenched in Their tears from yesterday
Wonder how we survive, battling frowns with sweet smiles,
Vivid as the rainbow, a bright bridge over our troubles

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The irony of life is that the rainbow that arises from Gods laughing at our misery is the very bridge that helps us cross our troubles…An inverted smile filled with the colour and essence of life!!!
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