#prose – Dormant Daisy

Sunshine

I always wanted to get closer to you just to let my wound heal under your glossy sunshine. But little did I knew to hold sunshine in my tender palms I have to wander among insecurities; behold my worst fears with aftertaste of acrid heartbreak on my lips; I have to shield myself with the thorns that grow among the wildflowers and let my skin breathe through suffocating nights.
Only after this there peep a slight ray of sun from the horizon blushing my curious smile and scars with soothes of reassurance. Fear has calmness that blooms in the most uncertain blend of art and imperfections disclosing the secret of this gracious land that carries a ecstacy to survive and ambition to never give up. After all you made me believe every shade has enormous strength to paint trails to infinity.This is how I learned to caress the void in me assuming to be a pulchritudinous flower with aromatic petals glancing straight towards you every morning.

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The night

The pink sky with wavering clouds once kissed me exuberantly.But now every time I glance towards it I feel void in me exploding leaving me in overused state.Every song on my playlist reminds me of you; it inflicts me and I turn it off before it starts playing the song that you sang for me when we met for the first time on the fifth street. I fear that listening to the same song may carry me to old times, the same old world which is now colourless. I remember it was once showered with beliefs, the iridescence of spellbound symphonies,the cuddle under the sheets and the Serene waves of the sea shore on our feets adding firmness to our love. Every time I think of this I smile with pendulous tears in my eyes.
Now all I have is the insipid world.I feel cursed. I live in disgust just to know why my soul is getting heavier and heavier everyday, every moment.
© Aesthetic world

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Paper Hearts

Believing you was like searching trails of stars that entangled themselves in constellations of twilight sky.
Your vivid blue eyes were the oceans of all the thoughts I had someday drowned inside and then tied them into the strings with one end in your tender plams and the next one embroidered on my heart beats.Every word you uttered reached to me as a melody which stays timeless on my lips on my lips. I kept learning how to really sense rhythm in your breaths and move my feets towards you from miles away. I kept summarising your definition in a different language which became oblivion for everyone; but to you it was straight call asking my secrets to be embraced in your arms.

When music kept fading, crowds kept vanishing; my muse emerged to you as a promising kiss over your scars that travellers stabbed on your back.
In snowbound December my heart soaked with blues lost its dimensions and the sonnets you icicled on the strings kept slacking it; bringing us closer to each other. When my heart could not beat any more, when my soul could not be recognised anymore, it choose to mingle with you.

I died for you and little bit in you reciting all those poems you wrote over me.You could hear me and feel me as ebullient butterflies in your belly.You kept discovering me all over you which eventually offered me rebirth.This time I choose to spent my entire life within you.Instead to being a sinner I choose to dwell in your sacred soul and I learned what it’s like to be

pure,compassionate and loyal.
Being you I realised blues are not always grief;sometimes it is the medium making us inextricable.Beyond the boundaries of black and white we are just one. ‘A Solitude Soul’.
After all you were a poet with folksy blues and I had paper heart.

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