She was molding her curves in state of despair Plucking stars from balcony of hopes To buckle her messy hair & to glitter those bluish scars perching on her pale skin.
Replicating this routine for last 6 years she's nourishing her arteries which got dried of guilt & sorrow Every time she sow a seed of credence but then she encounters her flaws glued on her skin for last 312 weeks
And this time she failed for 2190th time but you know what there are some default letters yet stitching the cracks laying on her broken soul and pushing her to keep trying until the scars marked on her bare skin disappear.
You know only a half of her, Flesh of meat wrapped in chic blue, Displaying the scrupulous syllables, Imprinted by half-known to her, In red ink which with time getting blur.
You knew filters of her wildness, Mapping her way from obscurity, Juggling hard to wear appealing mask, To dazzle them with beauty they are seeking, And for which the core of her glow she was loosing.
But you don't know the choices she made, For which she's still falling like autumn leaves, Laid lifeless on the cold fertile land, Dying in a hope to effuse the elegance, Which is yet hidden beneath the layers of negligence.
Some 5 years ago, crooked syllables covertly invaded to my backyard for slumping under the canopy of bauhinia variegata which used to effuse the bouquet of euphoria. But soon, those cunning syllables started fabricating my silver yard into the grey colored abode perpetually.
The phalaenopsis and the tulipa were taking there last breath whereas the felicitous meadow drying of the lost leniency. On other side, the beetles were mitigating the thrust of their agonies and the worms burrowing the land of my metaphors.
From the balcony of my withered hopes, I saw the two alluring chick questing for the lawn of their seraphic memorabilia to the queers perching in the yard where they used to canoodle.
The lugubrious couple looking for me but despite me in front of them, they could not recognize me and how could they recognize me, as the one whom they know was a gardener and the one in front of them is the slave of melancholy.
Bauhinia variegata - scientific name of orchid tree Phalaenopsis - scientific name of orchid Tulipa - scientific name of Tulip
This particular write up is inspired from Bidya Di (love_whisperrer), well I can never match you di but I hope I have not disappointed you as well. I wrote this to capture your scent in casket of my reminiscence. Much Love Di