A Clown’s Tale

I always loved magic.

Like a rabbit out of a hat,

You popped into my life.

Entranced, I awed and cheered

As you turned my life into a circus.

You became the master, I the clown.

Every time you shut me up

In a box and split me into pieces,

Except you needed no sword, just words.

After what seemed like endless stunts

And performances, you end the show

With a disappearing act.

Onlookers gasp and applaud,

While I just stand here with bated breath.

  

Lend me your hand

Come hold my hand.

When the worst times tide over us,

And when the world seems bleak

With no ray of hope,

Let our smiles disperse in our lives

a thousand splendid colors.

I know a time may come,

When your hand shall

No longer clasp mine.

When your life shall

Not remain interwoven with mine.

But today, let me be.

Allow me some time,

To cherish you, to embrace you.

To thank my stars, for

Bringing me to you.

As we stand wondering

What tomorrow may bring,

As we seek answers hiding cleverly

From all our questions,

Stand by my side.

Come hold my hand.

Scribbles #7

You were always an artist.

From the music that flowed when you spoke to me,

To the dreams of a future you painted

On the canvas that was my life.

Now, all I hear is a melancholy – your voice

Playing in my mind.

Sleep is today, but a distant dream.

Circles

You’re running.

Against time.

And odds.

Away from people.

And places.

Pushing aside your

Memories and thoughts.

And finally you make it.

Only to find yourself,

At the same old spot,

Ready to run again.

Ringed

High and dazed,

They lie on the couch

In each others’ arms

Surrounded by

Smokes and vapors,

Laughter and noise.

A thousand colors burst

In the eye of his mind

Just as he looks down

To see her lips

Curve in a smile.

And in that moment,

Everything makes sense.

A quiet pat on her head

Before she looks up

To see him blow out

A smoke ring

Only to ask her

“Marry me please??”

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