on lone days like these
I rip the moon apart
with my sharp claws
and empty him
of all the stories he contains
and cradle them with care
delicately in my palms
ensuring nothing slips
from the gaps of my fist;
all sneakily collected
by the moon
while he does his rounds
late in the night;
while we are busy
demonstrating
to our mild pillows
the demons that haunt us;
until the tales assure me am not alone
I converse with the moon
I tell him why I abhor
small talk with the sun
how the rays are too fierce
for my frail beady eyes
and how the stars
are a countless lot
how do I pick one?
I tell him how my skin sags now
how I conceal my wrinkles
how my hair locks contain
love poured over years
which I secretly open
once a while
how the nape of my skin
still has bleary marks
of those countless hickeys
I tell him how the hollows of my palms
yearn to touch the skin
of my lover one last time
I plead him to time travel
back to those days
when the nights were tender
and I counted stars with her
I practice my gait of aplomb
check if the kohl in my eyes has been lined perfectly
align my parted hair well
spray perfume liberally over
check if any pimple or tan needs some quick fixing
a tale I breathed until yesterday
today I bite the dreaded bullet
I whisk at taking any efforts today
to don that flawless look
I dash off with a wide smile
it feels so airy to unmask
She wakes up
to the tumultuous headlines
sipping hot coffee
to warm her insides
to keep her sanity alive.
Breathing in the
barbarous desires
and vile dreams
of the pedestrians
which whisper to her
she takes it in,
all with ease.
Ease that has come
with persistent practice.
She does fret,
she does cry,
but she masquerades well,
One trick up her sleeve
that helps her survive.
Survive the brutalities,
and the inconceivable
and the absurd dreams
of the humans,
who are
infused with inhumanity.
She abides by this loop
day in and day out.
Yet, her pristine heart
longs to fly.
One day,
she will.
One day,
she will liberate herself
from this mesh.
Daily Prompt: Loop
Relieved
is the scarred heart
that broke; that loved;
has memories galore.
Unlike
the faint heart
that feared to love;
and did not live
at all.
Daily Prompt: Relieved
Lying in a pool of despair. Heartbroken. A forgiving heart that has been mended way too many times. Yet, the heart does not cease to flutter. Seeking new love. Trying to forget the old scars. Being hopeful while enveloped in hopelessness.
She indeed was a paragon, of an eternal optimist. Someone who chose to see the creaky ray of light peeping through, in a room full of darkness.
Daily Prompt: Paragon
A blind eye to the rampant gore
A deaf ear to the constant commotion
She preached ignorance like no other
A bubble of chaos though she lived in,
She breathed mindfully
in her tiny sane world!
Daily Prompt: Blindly
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Forever
a smile plastered
on her sublime face
Daintily
handling the trays
with aplomb in her walk
Elegantly
she offered
glasses of wine
Ignoring
the weird glances
some threw at her often
Eighteen
she was then
working to educate herself
Unfortunately
not many noticed
the exhausted cheeks
Veiling
the trauma of poverty
she was deeply buried in
Invincible
was this pretty girl
who would one day win over!
Daily Prompt: Elegant
How I long to see the unconquerable twinkle in her eyes
What must I do sweetheart, I plead for an answer
Maybe its the grime I was in, I must cleanse
Or her past scars I must heal
Or love her tenderly
Till her insides
quiver
Daily Prompt: Twinkle
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