li'l scarlet

 

 

this li’l scarlet blooming bud in our alcove,
stretches out its arms daintily, blushing the face of the greens around.
ignorant of the mirth it brings to the eye’s treasure trove
the bright hued beacon strikes a chord with my soul unbound!

Lullaby

A piece so pregnant,

It’s a blend of soothing notes!

I wonder then…

How these notes mellifluously tip toe their way into the heart

when murky nights echo a melee of emotions!

As this lullaby to puts me to sleep on foggy nights…

the crests in these notes continue to heal and enrapture troughed parts of my soul ….poco by poco!

And when I listen to this oeuvre at early morn,

the dormant hope inside me sluggishly stretches its arms

to perch upon newer, tender, higher heights!

Im Perfect Fairytale

My spirit's way up there flying...While I'm tied to the ground!

Every time I share my lovey dovey life with my married girl friends, I witness an enthralling twinkle in their eyes...it feels as if they have chanced on upon an old dusty fairy tale book in the corner of their closet. But even before they flip through its pages, the expression on their face turns into a bitter smirk as they chorus like, “there is no happily ever after”, “things will change” and “get ready to lose your identity”. When the men around make such statements, I know they are safeguarding themselves from expectations ...but when women who like me, have been bred on fairytales tell me this I don’t know if they are trying to prepare me or caution me or scare me....

It’s not like I live in a utopia and expect this ‘so in love’ time to last forever...I don’t want to live in clichés. Yes, I’ve missed the boat and I am late and I have learnt from my mistakes. Yet I can never stop cherishing love that fills the air around me. I also know that when things will go wrong between us, there will be no Fairy Godmothers to save the day. It will be him and me and our relationship. Yet I want to bask in the love I am blessed with today.

If he were perfect and so were I, our life would be a ‘perfect fairytale’, but I have tweaked my definition of perfection so that I don’t critique and crib about love to my single sisters someday. I hope to customize my ‘perfect fairytale’ according to ‘imperfect two’ we are...It’s no state I want to achieve; it’s no magic wand I wish to be blessed with. I am willing to give up a little bit of me for I know he’ll do the same when he’ll stretch out his arms, his love, his home, his room, his space to welcome me. I can’t lose my identity in giving up a little for love, for my identity is synonymous to my existence. He can continue to be him and I will be me, just with a little shared space to accommodate the two of us...and voila!...we are the Alladin and Jasmine of our fairytale J

He doesn’t need to be my knight in shining armour and I needn’t be his ‘dainty damsel’ yet there can be perfection in every imperfect moment we together indulge in.

I know my darling gurlies love me and I know it actually takes a lot-of-work to stay in a marriage...but with a friend in him, I’m game to write my ‘perfect fairytale’!