As a kid, I don't remember labelling my victories, as I kid, I don't recall strangling the desire to eat the extra cookie or as a kid, I can seldom retrace how I looked upon my choices as a sin. As time defied my innocence, cajoling expectations to blindfold what's true, the very comfort of a parallel reality made me make the bubble my home. A little more attention, extra words of affection, echoes of appreciation and momentary pleasures without a tinge of trauma or grievance were the only expectations. Expectations of him, her, you and them wrapping my life in fairy lights. Unwilling to be a star myself, unwilling to burn my desires of luxuries that never came for free, I learnt misery likes company. And wisely, all expectations have been shadows I didn't own.
Dear expectations, I cannot blame you alone, for I paid you an ounce of my dignity to buy a penny worth of importance that cannot stand time's strain.
VIBGYOR-Violet–Indigo–Blue–Green–Yellow–Orange–Red is a popular mnemonic device used for memorizing the traditional optical spectrum ROYGBIV, the exact reverse of VIBGYOR; the sequence of hues commonly ascribed to rainbows (wiki) .........................................................................................
/ Rainbow lend me dewdrops of seven colors Painting all of my eventides in blissful hues /
Violet weaved velvet dreams in my heart. Hues of royalty and grace. Volatile in extravaganza yet vulnerable in ambiguity. A mystical touch with serene vibes. Vigour and voracious. Those passionate strokes of violet shades lend my wings the faith to soaR
Indigo imbibes my intuition. My deep instincts have the aura of this shade between violet and blue. Healing my soul with a touchstone of magic hue. The bold strokes of indigo lets me grow with a spiritual glow. And I let my Intel flow and insecurities gO
Blue means more to me than a beautiful color. Hues of blue holds the anchor of my heart. The azure sky splendour of inspiration and the ultramarine waves distilling emotions as my essence. Night colors me both in blues of bliss and blues of melancholY
Green guards my soul, the way it guides my silence to peace and myself to prosperity. Green is growth, synthesis nature and symbolizes my progress. It sparks a photosynthesize in me, converting my balmy melancholy to gracious metanoia. Green to me is the soulful healinG
Yellow showers me in happiness. Yards of gleeful blossoms align in my memory. It adds moments of that innocent childhood where I chased dragonflies on valleys of buttercups. Golden sunshine energizing me and the daffodils of dreams enchanting me. I let my mind wander in the golden light and reveries absorB
Orange is the color of my nostalgia. Hues of autumn leaves drag me into chapters of reminiscence. Somewhere along the maple leaves of lost love left its imprints in my heart. Such feelings amuse me. This color have the scent of ecstasy. Sacred as in ShantI.
Red burns me and I love those fiery flames. It is the hues of desire with which I painted the walls of my heart. Red was love, is love and will always be love. It flows within me, from me and into me. Dangerous yet addictive. Attractive yet admirable. Red gets my heart reV.
/ Pretty violets and bluebells merrily sing Red roses and sunflowers joyous dancing Me and my heart sways along lost in musings /
Dream O' dream why're you fleeting away Come by my side let's sing and play I'll not let you fall or miss someone I promise together we'll have fun Brought you a ball the other day It's too big but still good for play Pick it up and throw it around Kick it hard so I hear the sound Dream O' dream come play with me How far should I lookout of thee? A balloon in a basket awaits us To cut its knot and set it free Hop into the basket and rise up Above the clouds we go and flee There I show you twinkling stars We catch all of them in our jars Then we place jars on mountaintops And in its light we wash our scars When balloon dies we'd go missing And run to the riverside for fishing I'll find you there a delicious piece And on low flames we'll cook it up In evening's dark we'll eat on rocks And drink dew from bamboo cups Dream O' dream why're you so afraid? These are all just stories to be said None of them ever come true But some might if I'm with you So why don't you come stay with me I'll show you all places I'd go see Together we'll write our own story And I'll love you like stars love me Dream O' dream come play with me.
"She is a midsummer child born under bright summer light wearing the warm forest field among harsh days,she felt delight ! I saw the faded leaves dancing their last dance before falling on earth totally forgotten it was their last chance ! She bloomed around these days harsh days,harsh sun,harsh summer ! But like a rain upon dry sun rays peace of the raining skies,she harbours. This summer will give all the rain away and then the mayflower might die ! She is a mid summer child after all and that's all I can say !"
Once upon a time in pastoral tale A shy little lamb foraging for grass Heard footsteps following trail, and grew pale Noticed wild ferocious lion trespass
Lion put on an act, played fond, cunning Lamb in a dilemma, decides to wait Dread filled lamb, when lion said, "no running" He wanted a feast without putting fight
The predator approached the prey to sniff Under the disguise of a wishful kiss Facade broke as soon as he caught a whiff Final silence of lamb, was lion's bliss
Pain of the prey is predator's pleasure Conjure, vile ventures to any measure _______________________________________
Love is no longer a fantasy fable It is anything but a fabricated facade That the lion fell in love with the lamb Why would a ferocious roaring predator Fall for his innocent whimpering prey Bloodthirst would dominate any bond No love is unconditional except self Irrevocable in love is naively suicidal
Eyes of the devil and mind of evil Forever will play the masquerade Tamper the truth with a sly smirk And gamble with lives like a game