When the sky turns black, And the stars spread their hands with diamond rings; When the world is engrossed in a deep slumber, And the city lights a little more dim; I place my footsteps on the moonlit ground And flutter my impaired wings. Wandering, dancing and living a little more Until I feel the sunrays kiss my cheeks at morn, That once was fragile and gentle Now made firm yet strong By the questions they smear it with. For there lies an obscure veil over eyes Adorned with images of a "perfect someone"; I failed to be. So, I retreat into a dark corner of my darkened world Where I was taught with well-groomed norms: Not to question but to conform.
To curious hearts with malign blood: "How do you define beauty?" Masks with myriad colours trying to fit in? Or the soul deep within flesh and bones Untouched and pure longing for love? My face is a blank canvas Not to be drawn but to be colored. As I stand infront of the mirror Sharp echoes luminate my reflection. For every time I heard those I died a little more. In an idyllic ecstasy when the night calls I bloom gracefully like a wild flower On the lap of the nature surreal For every time I cried a little more I had the warmth of a home .
Life and I have always had a war raging amidst us. We never were friends, though we smiled, embraced, chased eachother for a company. But, we never were enemies either though we complained a lot about eachother.
But there was something. Something so awfully exciting about life that made me love her. But not all that glitters is gold, as the saying goes. It had bruises which brushed my skin to turn it into scars. It had a murky voice which couldn't sing along with me. It teared me apart when all I had gotten a chance to feel happy for awhile. And it, somehow, loved death.
When I was little, I saw her fleeting in the air of innocence. I found her in the mud art we made, in the calmness after the rain, on that tree swing we swung together.. And in the ounce. Goddamn ounce of time, I saw her turning into a demon, I thought never existed in reality.
And now, all we do is push eachother apart. I raise, she pulls me down. I raise again and smirk at it, making her realise that she doesn't control me. I fall for a heart, she churns it. She makes me twist and turn and snatches my sleep. We know we need to glue every piece together since no one else would do it for us. But alas, we got our own egos sitting on the thrones of destruction.
Life and I have a relation which sounds a lot like love. Sadly beautiful. We hold onto eachother, we do take care. Sometimes, we fight and yet we ache. Other times, we smile but our sad eyes cry saying it can't be same again. And in the end, when the clouds are grey and the wind stops to groove, I lay down beside my life, while we weep, how in the world something could turn so miserable yet it's worth every pain to save it. It's worth everything to love it even though, sometimes it's hard for her to love me back.