colors of the wind

Little box of secrets,
Little eyes of Dreams -
Need pocket full of money
And honey to treat you queen.

So set out on your sailboat
And watch out for those waves !
The night will surely watch you,
Savour all when you sail.

But pick fistful of magic,
Muster and stand up straight;
For if they come to take you,
Vanish and find your way !

Beauty your ways be mystique
You come in all your glory
and in a snap conquer all
 
Yet when you snap
it takes but not a second
and like a cascading tower of playing cards the curtain falls
 
So eyes glow in fake amethyst
Hair ye stand up straight and spiky
Face ye wear a weary fake curve
and lips ye chatter small talk sweet
 
Alas Beauty your ways be mystique

Bare blue sky,
raindrops in my eyes,
nerves that crack and burn,
condemned to unlearn.

lines all gone haywire
yelling to reclaim,
a come back not a dazzle - 
a one that isnt there.

heart ye still miss no beat,
beat strong for day or night
and guard me till I wake up,
another day to fight.

“Lotus Pond” she suggested.
“Okay” I smiled and terminated the call.

We lived in the same city but we were meeting after almost a month or more.

It was late winter. A light breeze brushed our smiling faces. We sat down near the pond. Like us, a pair of egrets moved across the pond like long lost soul mates. A strange freshness in the air wafted about us.

“What do you say?” I asked her.
“Anything, you think fit, sweetness” she said as a matter of fact.

June was always a sport and always game for anything new, just that she was naive in her mannerisms and had no experience of enjoying parties; not that she didn’t have the talent to enjoy life.

“I mean, c’mon it’s 31st December ! We should be having a lot of fun unlike last year !” I added expressing my excitement.

Then we went over our options and zeroed down on the most happening party in town. She was happy but she looked lost and disconnected.

I shot at her “Goddamn ! what’s wrong with you ! Why can’t you be like other girls and enjoy a bit ? I want you to look forward to it !”

She was shaken. She picked up two oleanders. She folded the stem of one of the flowers and pushed it into the stem of the other such that it now looked like a delicate yellow dumbbell. She had been  happy but my anger made no sense to her. “Women” she was told “ought to look pretty” and she thought of herself as somebody quite the opposite. “Maybe that’s why he yells at me time and again” She cringed at the thought.

June had this weird habit of trying to distract her own suffering but it never helped her.

I looked at the dumbbell and admired it though it irritated me more. I continued in a slight rage “Honey, I want you to enjoy …”

She nodded and tried to smile.

She was looking very pretty that evening by the pond – it fills my eyes enough to make a lake out of that pond right now as I see them lay her in the coffin.

Rouge cheeks that I would never get to pull and kiss again, Eyes closed in rest and peace, Hands folded neatly – June had the most beautiful hands I have ever seen.

They gave her a decent burial ceremony and left. I was left alone by her grave sobbing and shaking on my knees with my hair and hands hiding my face. Once I regained, I looked up. An oleander tree shaded her grave. A weak smile on my face. I plucked six flowers and made three dumbbells of them and placed them on her grave.

June, I love you.

Like a beautiful symphony where the notes suddenly rise to touch the highest possible trough, the colors rose, crackling, spewing tails of gases in a festive uproar to thrust forth hundreds of sparkling stars and showers of diamonds emerging all at once from an invisible centre blooming, creating a spectacular flash to reveal a face asleep by my side – far more captivating and dear than the sudden show.

“Ha ha ha ha ha”

“Fake laughter. Enough. Besides it’s witty humor that you won’t understand and not the silly kind of humor that you enjoy”

“Silly ? Silly means this ?” (pointing to his crotch)

“Umm, err, yup. That’s about right”

She walked like she owned the place. Exquisite foot work, uncomparable grace. She looked down at us – a flock, meandering along the voice that pushed our tail-less butts. Not quite meandering, for we were all taking full-stop steps for lack of space. And for the lousy pace. “Animal” I concluded in my head, “is an amusing word !”

truth surround
truth abound
bubble burst
innocence hurt

weave a web
stop a-sinkin’
truth surround
all pervading

truth surround
wreck your head
sabotage a child
laugh to rule

truth ye die
shame no more
righful it is
painfully so

truth ye ghoul
haunting above
the other side
the way of life

life abound
life indifferent
indifferent being
glory stings

truth surround
truth surround
truth surround
truth surround