The masquerade…..

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wicked Witch.”

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“The masquerade arrives,

Bodies entwined…….

I stand distanced;

With my chalice……confined….

Evil I sustain,

Relinquish and devour;

And wonder if I can….

Sip it every hour.

The masks do not drop

So I cannot discern;

That every chalice is plagued or not

Does evil inside burn?

Now I am one of them;

The masquerade traverses terrains,

I must keep the evil within…….

In fetters and in chains.

I see witches, shadows….

Slip by with ease;

Wicked they are,

Masks everywhere….

Time doesn’t freeze.

I must move on………

When the night speaks……..

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Thus spake the night,

“I am dark

and I bring slumber…..

I heal;

I am the balm;

Yet I stand

As one

Who is dreaded……

Why……I have jewels

In my sky…..

Ornate and embellished

I glance and shimmer…..

Till dawn breaks

Into manifold realities;

When concretes become distinct

And shadows re-appear…..”

Endless……

Is this the summit,

Is this the wonder?

The threshold where 

Journeys began…..

Is this where we surrender?

Detach, if need be

What people told me……

But the peak;

Still beckons…..

Will I ever be free?

A full circle…..

I heard wise men say.

And how do I know,

If I’m still on my way……

I am the ship

I am the crew……..

And when I do not steer;

The ocean’s might 

Looms large in view…..

It is then that I;

I rush to check the sail.

The harbour yet stands

Far…..its an endless trail…….

The flight….

She rose unto the moon

Upon an enchanted night….

Demure and convinced ,

Of the harmless white light.

 

Longing for a balm,

That would ease out

The folds within.

She flew and flew

Over tides, sometimes dancing.

 

Here she looks down

And marvels at her being;

That such flight is attainable

Is beyond her fathomable realm.

 

The flight seems infinite,

She sometimes stops to rest……

Cast into a spell

At the divine…….

Sand……

It is sometimes the dearest of treasures,

That you so easily give away.

Like the winds that lovingly

shook the lock of your hair yesterday;

Rummage through so harshly today.

It is sometimes so easy to detach

From what you held on to for life.

The eyes that saw through

Every wonder…..every strife.

Needless to say,

They still hang around,

Somewhere in “your” universe……

Needless to say,

You would still make a run,

For every little verse……

The winds are not the same again…

But the fragrance remains…..

The footprints washed away

In the sand…..

But the sand in the hair?

The unease still remains……

-Shalini

Those eyes…..

Does it have to be love every time

I look into those eyes……

Is sublimity a pre-requisite?

To an everlasting relationship.

No, the stars do not always gleam

And flicker in those eyes,

Sometimes it doesn’t matter…..

If every gesture is a disguise….

No, everytime I do not find an echo

Of unspoken promises…..

Sometimes even the hand I extend,

Seems to dangle in the crevices.

Sometimes the abyss looms large

And nights seem very long……

It isn’t the eyes I look into then;

I look for your song…….

You sing to me

Carefree melodies, endless banter….

And the abyss recedes,

It is then I wonder……

The road that leads to your eyes

Often takes me by surprise……

Sometimes it isn’t just love

It is my entire life…….