Here incityscapes I just want the delicate breeze To lend me a butterfly kiss And carry away the gloom from the afternoon. Thesecloudscapesare way too tempting They make me want to float with them But I am doomed with logic and limits And left with mediocre alternatives. Then I step intostreetscapes Out of my midday discomfort I trace the graffiti and picturesque walls Searching for signs of paradise, but I fail miserably. I sprint acrossmoonscapes They aren’t appeasing, they don’t suffice In letting me witness how a moonbow is cast Or providing a guiding light towards home. So I rely ondreamscapes To dream within a dream may not be A random act of escapism after all At least I get to adjust what I envision.
Prologue An evil eye spots them It sees them canoodling Its eyes bleed the colour of blood And its face catches that of fungi. Chapter 1 Back in the days, When love wasn’t synonymous With the act of treachery Two lovebirds came and perched on my lap. One was the girl next door The other a charming lad She would hesitate while lifting her lashes While he couldn’t resist peeking from beneath. With a little mischiefs here and there They quarrelled for the space That belonged right under the tree shade Or the one far from the water spout. Chapter 2 His excuse was to collect her tidbits Hers was to take a stroll Soon, they became frequent visitors And I a constant medium for the same. Out of all my guests They happened to be my dearest As I got to witness and devour The purest emotion of all. In order to serve them With the best of my potential I would fan myself diligently When the rain showed no mercy on me.
Chapter 3 Once she was sobbing Draining all of her energy Just then he came along And entwined his breaths with hers. On the contrary, She poked his wounds, Even when they’d turned into scabs For the scars still remained.
It was never to trigger him Or fiddle with his emotions But it was to make him feel; Make him feel how it is to feel.
Chapter 4- Plot twist Everything was going smoothly And a lover’s tiff was usual Until a garden wall full of creepers Popped right out of the blue. It was a third party That couldn’t stand them as one So it ignited a fire around the two And pretended to be the extinguisher!
The plan worked accordingly To what the extra human had in mind And despite my sincere plea They sought the path of destruction.
Chapter 5 Everything had changed As their egos turned into a new sense organ Thus, they could no longer see the tolerance Between the butterflies and the bees. Now when her tears were evident He looked past it, and when he did showcase A decent amount of concern It came out a bit ruthlessly.
Whereas for me it was like losing a leg And being in a perpetual state of disequilibrium Where winters occurred 365 days a year And the fate of a rusted swing.
Epilogue They lived happily never after. Alternate Ending They returned one fine evening To collect what they had misplaced, In the first place- Their unsaid oaths of love.
They do not know, what it is To be inked down by heaven Especially in typewriter font, Be romanticised alongside Novels, logs and even more novels, In a ridiculously fragile binding, That has been marred by an iron grill Tainted with tea stains And yellowed by an overdose of spring. Our words may be missing, Our insides may be stuck, Our edges may be cut But, We never miscommunicate We overcome those hindrances We don’t let a page number define our togetherness.
They call our papery pages
Grey, gray and boring
When they are just a wilted rose That travels through each chapter Without grasping anything, Or,