Blame

She was born a bud, a single child of a long stem laden with thorns. Amongst the other flowers in the nursery she lay in wait, opening very slowly, layer by layer, to the gardener who tended to her and to the other flowers that bowed in respect. Her crimson petals glimmered in the morning dew, and around her her fragrance was carried away borne on the cool summer breeze.

As she grew she grew fond of her own beauty, of the tales they told her about her powers. She listened with astonishment of how her very existence had always been a symbol of love, of how the Gods were bathed in her petals always, and of how her nectar was the sweetest possible. She swelled with pride at the power she held, and she grew up believing that she was destined to spread good luck and love and beauty in the world.

They took her to the florist then, and then she lay in wait for her golden moment. She saw in her florist's eyes joy whenever he tended to her, and she responded to his love with love, smiling and shining, a Godess descended upon the world. She was thrilled when one summer evening she was chosen by her florist, her long stalk picked up in his careful hands, and as she crossed hands she looked into the face of the man holding her, and saw joy and hope and radiance. She swelled with pride again, and she shook her petals so the dew dropped from them, as an ode to her own beauty and to the joy she provided.

The man walked her through the street, his hand holding the rose behind the back, as if whatever was to come was a surprise for her. She waited patiently, and soon she found herself being presented before another smiling face, the man kneeling down, she herself in his hands, held up. But the smiling face in front of her stopped smiling, and lost colour.. The eyebrows knit together and the lips moved rapidly, . Then she looked back at the face of the man who was holding her and he wasn't smiling too, and suddenly she saw big drops of water, salty, fall down on her petals. She felt the man's grip on her tightening, stiffening, then letting go, so she fell helpless down on the street, amidst sounds of footpaths where there were no smiling faces. She felt scared, because she had always given joy and never any sorrow; no one had denied being overjoyed at the sight of her beauty, no one had failed to respond to her fragrance, and yet here she was soaked to death in the salty tears of a sorrow she had not known. What did I do wrong she asked, but there was no one to answer; there was no one to answer before shoes fell on her and sucked away her fragrance and pressed out her beauty, that all she had done wrong was to be born a rose.

Will you teach me to dream this once?

Will you teach me to dream this once?
I knew how to, long ago
Sitting often, by the window
I wondered and thought and wished so
I never knew then that sometimes the night
Must go without its moonlight
Or sometimes the sun would come to the day
But leave it all a starving gray
I didn’t know then that roses too
Wither away like the others do
I didn’t know then that I would too
When so many dreams didn’t come true


Will you stay with me a little while?
Will you be there on those nights
When it’s all darkness and no moonlight?
Will you listen to me when I have stories to tell
Or when there’s nothing to say and its silent as hell?
Will, when it gets too real
When things start coming, crashing, down,
Will you help me put the bricks back
Will you help me once again off the ground?
These wings you give are all very well
The skies are blue and there’s lots to tell
But will you be there if the garden’s no more
And dreams have turned into nightmares sore?

Writing again!

Just wrote a story. You can get it here: The Gift. Its my first foray into fantasy, so I hope you'll be a little lenient with criticism :P. Will blog again soon....

Random ramble

Walking shouting running screaming
Talking whispering laughing dreaming
Jumping sleeping smiling crying
Loving, hating; living, dying

Each day the better, each day the worse
Each hope a memory, each memory a hope
Each thought a million emotions in my mind
Each light so powerful it can strike you blind

Each road a circle, each end a road
Each freedom a noose, each noose a rope
To the rope I hang for the breath that ain't mine
To the hope I hang for the dream I can't find

Each moment an hour, each hour gone by
Each minute a painful reminder of life
Each smile a fear of the tears to come
Of what I am, and what I have become

This way is that, and that way, this
Hell is a tear on the cheeks of bliss
And joy must come with a thousand warning signs
But sorrow can sneak in, whenever, into my mind



Endnote: Just a random ramble...

The wrong side of the moon

They said take the plunge, dont be afraid to dream
It all seemed so well, as it always seems
I told you all, once, beneath a full moon
Guess I'm looking now at the wrong side of the moon

I never asked for mountains or flowers
I dont think I ever wanted to touch the stars
I wanted, in your heart, but a little bit of room
Guess I dreamt of the wrong side of the moon.

I hold my pen, it quivers as it writes
As do the tears as they stand atop my eyes
Guess it doesnt get better so soon
Guess I was always on the wrong side of the moon

I lay down my head on a pillow at night
I close my eyes and I dream of you in the moonlight
You're holding my hands and I'm looking right at you
And I am dreaming of the wrong side of the moon

I touch your face and you look into my eyes
I wish I could hold on to this moment for my life
But its hardly morning and I wake up all too soon
And I'm still alone and on the wrong side of the moon

I get up, brush and bathe, life must go on
Stare with wistful glances at the growing dawn
At a fading image of you amidst flowers in bloom
I was always, always on the wrong side of the moon.


Endnote: Fictional. :)

I wish I could make you happy

I wish I could be a butterfly
And alight upon your nose
And fly around your face
Till the happiness shows

I wish I could be a song
And creep into your mind
And fill it all up
So it's only me you find

I wish I could make u happy
But i am just this guy
Who saw your tears for a moment
And wondered why you cry