And if you are struggling with your heart, give it some time, give it some space. Everything will eventually fall in place. If not, talk about it. With anyone you trust. I am there too :)) #oozingoneliners
I open my eyes every morning to my mother's voice talking to me like the moon talks about stars. Her voice tricky and homely at the same time. The sleep in my mind instantly clashing against the light coming from the window, my mom just pulled the curtain from. I sit down, on some days, shout at her too. She replies to my scream by bringing me a glass of warm water to my table. Our conversation ends there almost immediately, mine from guilt and hers from non-chalance.
I watch my mother everyday carrying nothing but a charm of her own, amidst hundreds of fault my family layers upon her and her existence. When we talk, we talk about everything. The 'everything' which churns my heart into another phase of reality. She talks about how her heart was burnt continuously until the pieces transformed into sharp shards of pain. She tells me about her tears, how dried up they are from crying everynight since she became a woman. Her silence makes me wonder when was the last time she smiled from her heart. The ignorance led me to the blue I never felt till eternity.
Here is a sonnet from my mother's point of view:
//The blazing sun runs back and ahead, With a fear avoided of burning in agape. I ask you O' sun, how did I end up in the shed Being devoid of your rays they scrape? Why do I need to gulp my vehemence And starve from kindness in the dark While each of my neighbour spit hatred in salience? My father etched in my heart, a mark, Parallel to the skies and bondings they art I walk by the fine line of love in my soul My mind stronger than stars, shattered is my heart. I bathe alongside the cursed rivers of foul Which took away my dreams in a pace. Home gone, life gone, all I live for is my children's brace.//
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I've been playing with alliteration and assonance. Somehow managed to squeeze the whole alphabet in (many thanks out to my trusty thesaurus ❤️) I'll admit this wasn't easy, but I had lots of fun doing it.
AN ALLITERATED DAY
Aureate Aura of the Alluring sun flares through
Below the Boundless Bed of azure skies Blue
Cotton Candy Clouds sailed gently and flew
Downwards and Downwards, in Drops of Dew
Exotic and Exultant with petals spread wide
Fresh Flowers Frolic, their Fragrances glide
Guileless, Golden innocence, nothing to hide
Hallowed Havens of sepals, within Happily reside
In between Iridescent whorls of an Isle of bloom
Jubilant and Joyful, the bright butterflies zoom
Kith and Kin gather, forming Kaleidoscopic plume
Lush and Lustrous, they are darkness's doom
Morning Mural of splendor, a wonderous sight
Never ending Niches of hidden shadowed light
Overwhelming Ovation of beauty, Orators' plight
Provocative Praise attracts dormant noon's delight
Quixotic, Quintessential is Apollo's chariot's cry
Roaring and Raging the Ravishing sun Rises high
Soothing Susurrous of dawn, departs with a Sigh
Tendrils of Traipsing fire, the alpine mountains spy
Umbra within Umbrage where birds' refuges unfurl
Virile Vines dance, among the berried branches curl
Winds Woo sweet Willows, in evening they swirl
Xanthic and roseate, rippling dark clouds whirl
Yesternight's blossoms' bequeathed fragrances twirl
Zealous Zephyr heralds night, burnished black pearl
A magic disaster rose from a cloven head fully grown into a grey eyed welkin beauty in full armour holding a golden satiny spear who fearlessly announced her arrival with a thunderous war-cry.
The defender of cities and the patron goddess of Athens, Athena flashes the glimmer of one thousand chandeliers, sunset apocalypse drips from forehead when her cocoa tanned hair sways in crimson tainted battlefields.
Ribcage closet to a relentless heart, lush villas of wisdom dwells in her soul, the sea was moved and tossed with dark waves when she sprang forth an olive tree, symbol of peace and prosperity.
He looked at her with lust filled, round beady eyes He’d lured her with a bunch of sweet sounding lies Her youthfulness to him was a great allure Their secret this would be he had assured While she sat innocently looking outside the window Time seemed to go into a state of limbo He fussed about the room several things arranging Only his fervour remaining unchanging She looked at him with her naive large eyes Never once suspecting him of creating a disguise To entice her into a deceitful web so brilliantly woven That she couldn’t have escaped even if she’d chosen As she waited for him to tell her what to do Watching him on a beetle leaf slowly chew He’d arranged the sheets on the nearby bed The bed sheet was printed with big flowers in red She walked towards her table and sat down His hawk like gaze turned into a frown Wondering if she would resist if he hurled himself at her He wondered if it would better on the floor lined with a carpet in fur While he contemplated this complex riddle in his mind She started searching in hopes to find A box of crayons she’d left on her study table before While he quietly moved to lock the door And came to stand behind her watching her sing and draw Her house, her parents and him - her uncle she regularly saw He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in his arms His familiarity in her mind raised no alarms She was placed on the brightly coloured bed He came to realise this would be easier than what he had read Her five year old self would never remain the same He’d convinced her this was all a game In the name of family he was about to break all bounds Simply by being the uncle who constantly lurked around Trust is a simple thread that transforms into a complex knot She should’ve been better than this taught For her parents negligence she paid a heavy price that day When it was all over he stubbed his cigarette in an ashtray As he left he waved at her playfully and said “Don’t tell mommy anything or I’ll lose my cred” Although she was confused by the strange game She decided to stay mum rather than repeat the same She wondered how she’d get better at it like he had assured her And bit into the chocolate he’d given while the afternoon turned into a blur
'I love you' the three magical words from the chords of an important person sounds so mellifluous. Right? Seasons starts turning, spring knocks your footsteps, wind dipped into the sweet rhythm of violin and your eyes stuck on the beauty of your beloved. It's the most strange feeling and may be the best moment of your life. Life suddenly alter it's route from being the dried rose between the old pages of your diary to the newbie bloomed on the pedicel of love. A sweet smile starts engulfing the fears coz your heart has exchanged the beats with someone, who will mould every droplet from your eyes into an oyster.
With every evening walk together you try to be a perfect ceramic fitting between their fingers. From ending small fights with a forehead kiss to overpowering the negativities of their mind, a pat for the miasma of enlightenment around and a count of their beats describing you, makes you grow everyday under the shade of the sky whose every inch is reserved for your sight.
But is this growing enough?
Do you remember the last time when you pushed the same person leaving them behind, with a cradle nourishing your ego and rage. You easily reckoned in again, with a smile and flowers aiding the hole in their life. May be they accepted you with the same warmth of love but what about the torment he/she streamed in. You won't realise but the string started getting feeble and it will break evolving a new ocean of blues with a red hue. You wished to lend a veil of red roses but thorns multiply themselves in geometric way.
No love comes without pain, it gifts bunch of tears in return of a single ease.How come Edison failed to invent a bulb with forever glowing filament and you being a simple human dreaming of uprooting every darkness. What if, someday you be their biggest evil pushing them into the coffin of unfolded gloom. Will you move your steps back, to keep them away from such grave in their room?
Love isn't a penny on the street that can gift the favourite candy you need. It wafts as the summer rain, which blows you away in it's novelty but don't take much time to turn into a turbulent breeze.
It demands much of the sacrifice you have ever made, more of blood that flows into your veins. Red is the colour of love but it's the colour of blues too which pour over as a cloud of dew. Love can be dark so far, once your heart started bleeding through the sores over it.
The journey is not through a smooth plain, crest and trough will pave your way. But once stepping the end, look back the footprints behind, all sores seems to make the barren land fertile, they will bloom into a new zeal, embracing the togetherness you lived. Now decide dark or red, what fate your love harbours.