There was trully something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the doors and couldn't believe, My eyes dilated with a glimpse of an awe... The ceiling of the shop was winking at me. And pink marshmallows and blue cotton candy Left streaks across its sky. So magnificent! The dragons and doves flew together. Joy spilling from the sky, dotted with puffs of whip cream, rainbow sprinkles And shower of lavender fairy dust. Each puff of cloud glowed as if kissed by a unicorn. The fragrance of Charlotte roses filled the wild. Peace was uncaged ~ unbroken... . And here I am, in the midst of it all, conscious of what appears to be existent, yet knowing it is illusory. Spellbound in a place of splendor and charm, radiating with gentle magic. With serenity surrounds me, as I drift away escaping the world, Where all my worries and all my cares melt away, where all the world struggles on its weary way are passed and forgotten ; My soul whispers nothing but "WONDERFUL!" And for once more my heart bloom. . Being in full of hope once again makes my head spin and my dreams return I think I'm in love... . No, No, No!!! None of this makes sense. Let's go over this again. Knock on the door twice, I am in And knock back thrice, I am out.. . I guess, I have just made a wrong entry Into an antique stop so fancy. An upscale store filled with shimmering crystal and lacy fantasy. But it is time to go back to embrace reality. Perhaps I'll revisit it again some other day.
A pure fantasy inspired by "The Door to Narnia" Image found in google And credited to rightful owner /artist
The ides of spring do still bleed, a timeless ache onto the page sweet naivety stung by a mesmerizing dart to the heart. Yet once was loved, Now holds such ire, for now I tread upon thinning wire, with none to help in times so dire, turned sinister, bitter, and a cunning liar. Left behind by the greedy lover and too-rough hands that burn the love alive and set my foolish heart on fire. Leaving me on gleaming tracks Where I run with no more desire. . Tired! . I sat back and wished, Wished upon the setting sun, falling moon, And the fading star, I wish I had not opened the door for this dreadful nightmare, Where the dementors, Find glory in decay and despair. Draining peace, hope, and happiness out of the air. . TO LATE! . I insert satire about my inevitable self-destruction here. . And as a sinister echo of ancient hymns, Floats up, in a creeping midsummer breeze, I whispered a silent prayer For my soul to heal, For enough strength to walk to my final resting place and to find peace in it while slowing down the race. . I pray, For the light to guide me home, Where death holds more than what we bury in the ground. . "Do this for me please!" "Just one more miracle..."
A Dementor is a non-being and dark creature, from the Harry Potter series, and considered one of the foulest to inhabit the world. Dementors feed off human happiness, and thus cause depression and despair to anyone near them. They can also consume a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state, and thus are often referred to as "soul-sucking fiends" and are known to leave a person as an "empty-shell."
She drew me in with her voice, With her touch and her beauty. Sunshine weaved into her long hair. And the pearl garland ~ the mermaid chaplet is colored by the blushing moon tides. I am enchanted by her grace, Lured inside with mesmerizing needs as she drown me in her love, And the very water I breathe holding me through all my waves and ire. The "little bit of magic" was no lie. For I play with the fish, Make friends with sharks, While floating through her purple scent. . Alas! In the morning, when the spell is broken by the sunrise, She is gone. Disappeared into thin air. And each day after, Starring longingly to the water, I wait for her to return, to kiss me with her wine lips in the ocean moisture once again. I so dearly await for my beautiful mermaid to return, to knit the night together, romancing under the waves of champagne. . Paled by the shadow she cast in my heart. The essence of me, Untouchable... Forever on this shifting waves is where my heart belongs...
After what seemed like an eternity, I'm coming back round Looking for your beacon as I shine bright and clear. With fire in your heart, You ignite and rekindle the power of divine love in the darkness of my heart, Let it heal the afflicted and the wounded of the aches and hurts inside. Your words rekindle the warmth inside of my aching heart, While the sound of your voice put me at ease. I am finally at peace... . If there is ever any cure of the good longing of my love It is nothing but merging within YOU. For, I am a slave of thy presence and vulnerable from absence of thine...
I make a wall around me, to form a room with no door and no escape. Guarded by darkness, To trap me and lock me with the memories, For I neglect to let loose all my demons. I let my fingernails grow long and sharp to at least fit into the picture of a monster you have put me, because what else do I have left ? Morbid torment in the back of my mind, Keeping me from trying to find ways to silence the loneliness screaming within, bringing me further into the dark. It speaks with empty words that sounds so horribly like truth. I should have run and never looked back As everything felt wrong right from the start, But now, It is too late to change my bulletproof fate. Blinded by the terror Hindered by wall blocks and mountains of stairs. I'm not free. Yet, I got to accept this burden. Adore the seductive catastrophe, tasting bittersweet like my bourbon. Because, I forever am encapsulated in time - And this darkness is my new cradle, The blankness is a cocoon of nothingness. I lay here, lost in time - locked in the silence of kindred minds, waiting for my bones to decay...
In the murmurings of a quivering night When the world becomes silent and emanates no light, I try to brush the knots out of my hair messily tangled with memories of him. My scars ensconced deep beneath the surface can tell the story of how I fell for him, It can sing a song for my confession, Reveal the tale of my pain, Draw a painting of depression, And recite nursery rhymes for the rain. . But then somewhere along the way Everything began to change Heightening awareness: how we too are only passing through these unholdable moments. Coming to know we can't stop how life unfolds. Ever since, the distance between back then and now, is widening each dawn to dusk. . The book has been read, the cover has been closed, I place it on the table, and close my eyes. . Sigh... . Then, I turn my back and walk away. Away, from what I once held so dear...
A letter For : The Chosen one, ( Those who are blessed with the universe bestest gift, a Mother ) On Mother's Day Celebrations.
Touch my body and feel the absence of countless meals. Trapped like a lonely child sitting in the corner, I felt nothing but the sadness seeping into layers of my skin. Celebrations couldn't compare to funerals. I don't want to exist in a love-less home either, but I am left with no options. At night watching the twinkling star in the darkest night, I always wonder, "If the world were a gift store, A mother would be best thing in stock." But I'm just an Orphan with a broken smile in my deep retreat. Love.... does it even exist? Because I know not what does it mean to be loved. No Father - No sibling, Mother is just another fairy tale for me - Hey, can you feel my wounded gazes and eerie smiles? Perhaps, if I had a mom I will, on this day, write her a poem. I'd ask her to cuddle me in her arm, even for once in my sweetest dream. I'm sure, A little crave for love means no harm. But since I am Mom-less ; with my eyes rimmed with sleepless nights, and my cheeks stained with tears, I can just whisper a sincere voiceless prayer, "Dear God, When a mother is planted, I know a strong kid will bloom..."
Image courtesy : pinterest _______________________________________ I tried to engrave him again and again in my heart, and rehearsed him many times in my memories. I felt a seductive curiosity that compelled me to move towards him. Soft in every sense of the word, I’ve come to enjoy hearing him talk about mundane things and important things. His vibe and a little of his laugh - those - got me re-arranged a space in my mind for him. I saw oasis in his eyes Secrets in his mind Chaos in his soul I never believed in magic until I met him. And with a hundred more poetic metaphors I could define his beauty to me. He is a million sunsets giving life to an eternal moonlight, though his sunrises will never be mine to own, but his fickle moon sets will always guide me back to him. We will live forever, immortalized in this verse, Forever resting, somewhere in the collective psyche of our unified broken hearts....
Oh, man in the moon, send me to sleep. Numb my mind by getting me high, And don't let the devil play with my eyes. Take over everything that crawls through my head like little worms, Eating away at my brain and my thoughts. Oh, man in the moon, when will your soothing arms bend again to shade my world of joyous muse, with your arousal, truth and freedom ? Oh man in the moon, send me to sleep, weigh me down in your slumber. Keep me still till the morning light. Sleep! My body whispers. Sleep! My mind sighs... . . Your embrace is all I need.
They say, I'll find myself someday in this crowdy universe. I feel amazed and awful, concurrently to think, am I this far from myself ? Did I know nothing about myself yet when life's just a blinking sight? Am I this lonely?
And You know, words don't come out when I am extremely drunk in emotions in the gloomy nights staring the white wall- memories of you clutching my hand in the darkest night, kissing me naively all over my skinny face, sliding my frizzy hair behind my ear; or if not you, then it's the anguish within me of you being happy with every human but not me and I be the abandoned one.
The words then, cling somewhere in my mind, unconscious. I hope you know penning down splendid and poignant words is not just exactly what the head orders to. They are severe, unable for the world to swallow. It's then me finding words for my prose, the beautiful ones. So that I can arrest you here, maybe? Or maybe leave you flabbergasted? I mean, maybe!
See..I even don't know what I do playing with words.
There's no denying to the fact that I love words,they are close to me than anyone else. But oh, I heard people say words are the prettiest lies and poets the hidden liars. We cannot trap them ever but they are shrewd enough to do so. I fear. Will they be the same delicate dishonest killers like you were to me? Will they leave in the midst of a crestfallen night, like you did? And here, I realise that maybe one day I'll shiver to write any phrase, stumble to speak my new poem and dead to feel any emotion. And maybe then I'll lose grip on words and eventually on me.
Ugh! At least I know I'm nothing without them, I tell you. The way you told me some months back that you're a void without me. Well, the difference? Ah, my words don't change with seasons, unlike yours. - thelostgurl
Embracing my nytophilia Wandering in the streets of darkness Found solace in the black soul Body embellished with black coal.
My mourning voice starts to regret Every sweet word turn into bitter truth Found solace in the black color My soul sinking in dolor.
My smooth skin starts shreading Veins start freezing Found solace in the dark blood Flowing in my life like flood.
Turning myself into a goth everyday Now the pain is starting to give me relaxation Found solace in the black room Toxic fumes is now what I bloom.
I see myself in a different way now Nothing is colorful now Found solace in the black personality I ended up loving my reality.
Let me let this world go I shall now sit and ink my thoughts That how Once I found solace in Your black soul Which absorbed every color of my life Leaving nothing but Ash and left me wandering in the Black hole.
This is weirdly abnormally a mess. Couldn't think of something else.
Sipping through The warm coffee In the midst of The twilight I sit On the roof watching Time diluting with nature So beautifully that Mesmerizing thoughts Change into soothing Zephyr, blowing my hair I see twinkling orbs wandering Dew drops dripping diamonds And my warm coffee Getting colder.
Bold statements suddenly start To melt with my heart As I see children playing hide and seek Hiding their bodies Chuckling chirping childish children Enjoying their time.
I look at my surroundings I see dried leaves Supported by the branches So not beautiful but See their love without looks Holding each other embracing love Not embellished with chlorophyll or dew drops But condorness and the art of living Is what I learned when I saw a plant Growing in the midst of weeds Beautiful bonding battling barriers I sit sipping my cold coffee In the midst of the night Sitting on my feelings I ink this. -Priyanka Ghosh (02.05.2019)