Quorum

Amazed she turned and looked around. The first glance is always the most impacting. More lights than she had ever seen. More colours than she had ever imagined. More muted hues than she could ever hope to remember.

"Brilliant", she mused. "Why did no one ever mention how beautiful this is? Why did they leave the beauty of the whole thing out?"

Maybe those who saw didn't understand. Maybe they deciphered it wrong. Or maybe they did not decipher it at all. Or maybe they were too busy to appreciate beauty. They were busy chasing things they didn't have. Didn't need. Didn't want. All to show their prowess off. All to leave the person in front of them literally wonder-struck.

Buy she was happy looking at and appreciating the little things she had. Reds, blacks, blues, whites. The rainbows. The butterflies. The inky black starry skies. The red and orange sunsets. The blue green waters. The flowers. In every shade imaginable. With beauty in front of her, happiness became her.

She thanked her lucky stars that she was one of the chosen few. One of those who were specially selected to have restorative surgery to gain their sight back.

Grayscale

Sleep called from behind those smoke drowned drooping eyes.
The heavy lidded, demure gaze.
Deep breaths raked her frail shoulders.
The house darkened itself into an unending maze.

Silent thunders broke through the window pane,
The brief lightning followed,
Each time the clock struck a new melodious game
A cat meowed outside in the shadows

A creaking footboard in an otherwise empty house,
A dimly lit candle to chase the dark
A whispering caress calling out from the mirror
The weird call of despair made by the lone lark

The mirror reflected unseen and disembodied people
The world turned a shade of gray
The cross outside the window lost and forgotten
By the last child who stepped in the house to play.

Seduction

Seduce me, she said. And I like it with the lights turned off.

She was not ready to share her battle scars. Not yet.

Autumn

The change. Windy, and sometimes unpredictable. Capricious. Silent at times but always beautiful.

Change. The eternal constant in life. Vivid colours. Colors of joy but also sadness. Colours indicating the hardship that is yet to come. The testing times. The coldness. Winter is coming. Autumn.

Vivacious and yet, morose. Twinkling yet calm.

Autumn.

She stood at the window, looking at the world, with all her charm. 

You and I.

Every & each time I breathe,
And each sound you make,
We'll work through these promises,
And we'll work hard to keep them safe..

Each twirling around of her hair,
Each ragged step on the stair,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Each day a fighting means,
To stay alive and to be seen,
Each day a circumstance
To wash away those sins..

For each heart wrenching scream,
And all those nightmarish dreams,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Waking up to reality
And understanding life as a means
Accepting that maybe today, the
Haze can't take the pain away

Channeling all the anguish in,
And imploding on the scene,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Fork in the road.

He moved with her flow
And swayed to her tunes
Each in their own trance
Lost to the moon

She was his pied piper
He was her beast
They commanded each other
Yet, independent each seemed

He was haunted by her sway
Her moves, her ways
She was captive in his gaze
His beauty, his craze

He wanted her all for him
She wanted the same
The Gods planned otherwise
They didn't share a name

They took different forks
On a two forked way
Each saying a silent goodbye
They left in haste

A year later their roads crossed
Her smile and his grin
Though both were happy
T'was something that each lacked

Both of them missed each other
Both of them incomplete
They were destined to be together
The Gods also agreed

They walked the next fork together
Walking hand in hand
Their faces alight with happiness
Whilst leaving footprints in the sand.

Twist

Maybe that is what it meant to you
A small time love affair
An easy way to forget the past..
By loving a girl with flowers in her hair...

My Boy

Hope twisted it's calming spirals of smoke
And curiosity got the better of me
I lived my bad boy dreams
And somewhere, the future I could see

I know I want to wake up to your face every day
And make you 2 am sandwiches
Be your support, your rock and your dream
And keep living in the warmth of your glow..