Your music overthrows me –
Potent notes dangling in the grateful air,
I inhale your melody
That dances around despite its melancholy,
The same breath unites us
In one wavelength,
The beats you kick away
engulf me in a rhythm;
I see your unassailable call
To the valley of elation
I jump on, eager,
The taste of the song lingers still
I savour the sounds.
I live, as though, in another’s stead,
Images Crisp, flash in my head.
Dancing around the shrubs, one summer break,
Served sweet potato fries and delicious steak.
A spring evening, walking down the aisle,
After years of courting, married off in style.
As autumn hit, I hugged my willow tree,
Worried it would shed: My last memory.
Now winter is here, I’m only a recluse,
All it brought me was apathy and abuse.
I’m told my remembrances are false,
By aliens who define me by my flaws.
Apparently, there was no beckoning food,
No diamond rings or the willow wood.
Yet, these pictures light up a present bleak,
Give me strength, when I feel weak.
So I let my desperation and hope speak
And hold on tight with all my might
To these vivid images that just feel right.
Wipe away these memories, my past is dead,
Believe you me, with no question of ‘instead’.
You craved for cake the other day. I proudly served you a piece with brownie, brioche and all that I bake.
Oh ! Remember the day you whispered about a dream ? A dream on the lake wrapped under a starry night. We set sail in seas with blessed breeze, safe under the cozy cover of the moonbeams.
You beseeched me to take a wary step into the dark corners of my being and tap a little secret for the night. It instead became a night of secrets as I let you wander all over, showing you my tunnels with the same welcome with which I display my bridges. Elated you were about the unforeseen fortune !
When you felt threatened in the least, I ran to be the army you needed. It was the engulfing embrace you noticed and cherished, but you missed the fierce spear I had sharpened to sear your ghosts.
I was the safety blanket which you wore like a cloak of invincibility, until you wanted a new colour. You see, I was neon orange and you couldn’t handle the force of me. You wanted sober. Faded. So you could feel like the saviour.
By then, you’d explored my islands, plateaus and valleys and you wanted to go to a different country. Where there would be more slush and less sand, so you feel like the better man. Alas, I realised beauty can induce fear only when you were taken aback by my equally agreeable hills and dales.
So, I got you tickets to a faraway dream and waved farewell when your flight soared high. I found it strange that the reason you flew without me was I “gave you too much”. Little did you realise that it wasn’t the strokes of the painting that were too loud but the interpreter’s eyes that were sore.
Soon, you may tire of the treasures the other nations bear and all you would want will be to come back home. You’d point out your wounds the size of my mole and I’d be reminded of the monsters under your bed. So you’ll ask for a bandaid and I’ll throw in a brownie, a blanket and a blissful lullaby. As I sing you to sleep, make your choice.
For I’m in or out, you’ll never find me lingering by the door. I don’t dole out my affections in portions and titbits. If you’re asking from me, you’re always asking for more.
WordPress Daily prompt : Portion
Sure, there’s safety in the wharf
And many a peaceful sight.
In the capricious waters though,
I find the exciting invite !
There’s comfort in surety
But I’d any day take a scare.
Diving in despite the dread,
reassured that I dare.
For inertia soon becomes dull
With its slumbering sing-song lull.
Its activity that has the exciting bait,
Hooks you into journeys that can’t wait !
Anchored and happy, that’s what you say ?
I’d take Unmoored and awaiting any day.
Now I’ll follow the stars and waft into the sea,
For I hear its cacophony calling out to me.
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