Wistful Rarity

I think people never really move on. Once they have readjusted with the pain of having lost someone who's really close to them, they start unconsciously searching for people who can come as close to a replacement as possible. It's about a year full of greying emotions. It's about our eagerness to start over. 

Spring's here, they said.
With a woodland scent; and eyes crystalline,
With lashes dark like the ladies of knights.
She wears a garland of sword-leaves and spikes;
With gladiolus, roses and butterflies entwined.
A sight to behold: exuding the light of a thousand orbs,
Carved out of a white lily; she is made so intricately!
Her smiles are more; a touch of true love adds rarity.

Summer's here, they said.
With her hair parted like rifted Summer leaves;
Her face ceases the eyes from the beholders a while;
Sheltering them from the wrath of a noon aflame.
Her eyes are shadowy; and comforting the stillness,
Honey hives are not sweeter than endearing voice,
Blushing as pretty as a laden strawberry tree.
She's in full bloom; a touch of true love adds rarity.

Autumn's here, they said.
She treads barefoot in the music of her feet;
Her eyes are clear; challenging bluer oceans to spill.
Her laughter rings like trickling of mid-autumn streams.
The vibrancy of her moods; puts the flowers to shame.
She rocks her sorrows and colours into the same bed.
Having learned this too from him and his treachery;
Ignoring the coming of melancholy; a touch of true love adds rarity.

Winter's here, they barely whisper.
With hollow eyes made of dead black fears;
Brittle flakes; fringe her twisted braid of troubled hair,
Her sooty eyes and sooty frock; have frills of frozen tears.
Her sighs blow out the last candlesticks of the night.
As she sips black tea with phantoms of lost love,
Her heart fills with ebony light; aching sans calamity,
Welcoming illusions of Spring and delight; searching for wistful rarity.

Stars

Remember when he shone for you like the stars? You don't.

 Perhaps you remember the stars? Those dots in the sky.

 They shine like magic drops atop the wings of fireflies. Illuminating everything but not asking for anything. Because so is their nature. They only 'borrow', they do not 'take' more than they can return.

Remember when you wanted to reach out for the stars? But you didn't. Because you were afraid of following a few displaced pebbles down into a jagged life where people believe pain is never-ending. 

You saw a single face characterized by deep sincerity every day; you knew they had hurled themselves off the same cliff and the jagged edges had gashed their hearts. They scared you. You backed down a few steps. But the stars still shone every evening and you wondered why they had rushed forth so soon. So you came out in the evening; just in time to see the stars dance a jig as they would jump to the sky and take over the world. 

 And you stayed out for a while every evening. Watching the sky as it turned eyes from baby blue to cerulean to cobalt to black. Cautious of shutting your own, just before the morning came; with wreaths of mist grappling the stars and making them look so portentously gloomy. As their light battled to seep out of the fine films. And as they exhibited valor for all the wrong purposes.

 But suddenly, one evening they enchanted you too long and lured you into loving their sadistic ways as well. Not giving in to the films of fog before the wake of the morning Sun. And you wondered why they were so insistent, so obstinate when you loved them all the same every evening when the sun set. But you mistook their jealousy as love; you mistook their self-love as love for yourself. 

 That morning you sat, before the Sun had completely appeared; your face lightened by the dim light. Halos of serenity surrounded your beloveds; the stars. You gaped at them in silence and they too answered your silence. You thought you would never share conversations with anyone that were better than the silence you shared with them. 

Perhaps you had forgotten they had always been silent. For everyone.

 As the Sun finally rose that day; the sky became a palate of light pink and pastel oranges.The essence of deciphered silence still suspended in the air around you with no signs of ambiguity. You sat still. Unknown to the world. Holding every breath. As if every breath; your every relation with the other entities of the world would strain your relations with the stars. You did not go back so that you could come back next evening.You stayed out till the evening because nothing about the stars scared you anymore. And at sun set you met them again. 

 And every day at sun set you met them again. And every day at sun rise you bid them good bye. Unmoving, unnatural for the rest of the world. Losing yourself in a million halcyon dreams.

 Remember when you dared to finally lunge out for the stars in the sky? For you could not bear to bid them goodbye another morning. Remeber clawing at the skies with splintering fingers? Remember tearing the clouds from the bleeding sky? Remember trying so hard to save the stars from another setting?

 Remember falling into an abyss of irrationality? Remember the bottomless chasm that you called love? Like every fall, it had a jagged and brutal end as well. And when the jagged edges gashed your heart, you looked up at the stars hoping to find them pouring down their light and draining themselves. To fill you, to heal you and to let you know that they had hurt all the same as you.

 Instead, they were still shining like those magic drops atop the wings of fireflies.  

 Remember when he shone like the stars for you? Remember 'him' now?    

*for Nabiha because I missed her birthday. >_> I'm a terrible person and it keeps me up at night.

To Memory

8th August'12 Wednesday

Symbolism, gotta love it!
Let me know what you think about it, feel free to review it and leave lots of criticism so I can improve on it.

I

The just winds fight not against the Dove;

But find the mighty Ship to wreck--

Question not the crushing tides or their tyrant souls!

Came alone for the spirit afloat in blissful stasis:

Favouring men that dare not walk across the oceans otherwise.

O how the Bride of the Sea has anchored hopes!

To men, which plummet hope down the heart of the sea:

Into earth who's faith hath bade them good riddance 4 seasons ago.

"Prithee sailors, only care for thine own hearts & thine own lives"

Rest all concerns; for care should only last a while:

Perhaps only till the salt linger on your tongues?

& love too, should be circumstantial unlike these sails

That battle recklessly with the Wind to save your lives.

Dont stain yourselves with the crimes of the Blameworthy

O guilt-less sailors, I was flawed before this storm we met

I can only be thankful that you forgive and forget.

II

Like sugar; sweet with no permanent impression

I failed at last and disintegrated on your touch

Sifted through your finger tips, like intoxication,

Like wine that never runs out or sand grains:

Falling through the hour glass; rolling hill after hill

Say I lasted one second too long

Sifted through your finger tips, then love,

Like a thaw of bygone snow as you watched

And I watch too as I watched the dusting of snowy hue

As you forget me and I forget you too.

III

And indeed, hope breaks in a single breath;

No harsh winds are needed to make the sailors forget-

The exchange of those essentially mortal promises

Of love that lasts in the eyes of Fear

So nostalgia invades as cynic and ice cold tendrils of blue do

My flooded boards; the floor creaks beneath implicit pain

As I wait, parching my heart under the drought of woe:

Now that you have forgotten and I still cant let go.

Silence echoes where your candied laughter once reeled,

Now my land livens on curling black tresses of lonely weed.

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Its short and kinda incomplete, I'm not satisfied with it. But I just had to let it out, will do for now. 

What do you do?

When insincerity finds a way through

 the eyes of the Trusted,

When deception wakes you up

from slumbers once sweet,

What do you do?

When strolling through your Fancy's Garden

you're heartlessly disillusioned? 

What do you do?

Deds. to Maria Rehman because I love her. And because she deserves so much more.

I'll be a better friend

I'm currently looking out for a friend who forgot to look out for me. Because when I promise someone a life-time, I really mean a life-time even if they don't.

The winds when blow;

only stir the heaviest fruit,

Seldom mean destruction:

only bring a present for you.

Dissipating sweet scents of a garden,

celebrating bearings new.

Overhead there's an iridescent bow

Of promises!

Right ahead the songbirds;

whistling morning tunes!

Jubiliation teaches me to run free;

frenzied sort of coloring.

Losing form but not rhythm;

Like life has moved too;

In a kaleidoscope of colour.

A swarm of crepe butterflies flutter;

Round and round me; drown me.

I'm preying like a curious child

Crayons on paper; happily colouring.

I'm running breathless now:

In search of chestnut hideaways!

Count each secret surprise.

Like it was left for me to find!

Peacocks gather and wrap me;

a craddling bouquet;

of a thousand blue-green eyes!

Tiny stars of Bougainvillea, enveloped;

in bright pink papery bracts.

Engulf me along in their fuchsia swirls!

Intruding on a leafhopper's sprint,

As it skips blade after blade.

Candy-stripped in the slanting sun!

And when it sets;

Adorning the sky with my blush.

I'll search a berry-laden bush,

And pluck sweet velvet fruits.

But when life's being so generous

And when Persephone bestows;

Such contentment to me,

All your sins will be absolved!

I won't do what you do.

I'll be a better friend than you!