A Clown’s Tale

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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.

  

Breaking free

As darkness descends onto us after a long summer day, let us take a stroll on the beach. The waves could wash away the masks that we have been wearing all day long and we could be us – the real you and me. Maybe we could just let all hell break loose and watch as our demons dance with one another’s.

Dinner Sparks

We sit across from each other. Hand in hand, lights all around. Chatter and merriment flooding the room. The music fills the room, riding on waves that the breeze brings with it. Conversations pour like torrents as glasses clink and a light headiness returns to our midst.

Your eyes saunter over to meet mine. Slowly, your smile finds its way onto my lips. But only for a fraction of a second. For we are interrupted, when the waiter arrives to ask your friend if she likes the wine. My gaze breaks away from yours. And I turn to smile at the man holding my hand.

Inking Love

The lamp on my desk bears witness to my futile attempts once again.

I try to spill out in ink what it felt like to be with you. To describe to the world our truly memorable times together. To pen down how a distant fairy tale dream of being in love bloomed into a reality – the depth of which I cannot fathom despite my best efforts.

Where do I start? How do I do justice to the beauty of what we shared? Will I be able to capture the raw essence of it with mere words? Continue reading “Inking Love”

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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