Just Desserts

She was cold. She was not alone, huddled together for warmth in the corner of the fiendish prison were a whole bunch of them. Just the other day she had been free, dancing in the sunshine. Then Came the hands, they brutally plucked her from her parents place and sold her to the highest bidder.

Bound and gagged with a lot of others she was transported to the city. Concrete towers and monstrous hands ruled this place she had been told. And now she was here, powerless, against her will. In frightening details she saw the maze of towers and the lack of sunshine.

The truck pulled up to the market, and what she saw, rendered her speechless. There were Hundreds… No… Thousands… In a similar predicament. Resistance was futile, she was dragged out of the caravan, washed and cleaned and put up for display at the very center of the market. Every one of those hands could feel her tender skin. She was the center piece of this sale. It was her season she was repeatedly told. The hands which plucked her were already anticipating how much this new lot of acquisitions will fetch them.

The first set of hands came, they touched and squeezed her. The hands now started on negotiating on her price. She was being valued by her skin color, her firmness, her smell… She was Premium, and her captors certainly marketed her that way. Juicy!! Tender!!  Firm!! Smooth!! Voluptuous!! Supple!! They cried out long into the hot summer evening.

The ordeal finally ended. A pair of hands had paid the required premium after caressing her, feeling her, smelling her, gently but firmly squeezing her. She began to hope. She thought of running away to freedom. She even hoped that this new master would set her free, and let her return to sunshine, back to her farm. But how naïve she was. These new hands put her in a cold prison, a huge ice box, and there were other also there. Like her the hands had paid premium for them too.

Not even a few hours had passed that the doors to the prison opened, a pair of hands dragged out a few of the inmates. The prison door was shut, but the screams of the inmates could not be blocked. They screamed, they pleaded and they cried, but to no avail … soon there was only silence… they were done for.  All she could do is console the ones left behind and shake with fear herself. For she knew it would be her turn soon.

The prison doors open, and the hands reach for her… She was prepared. She did not struggle. It started immediately, she was washed and dried and then the slow biting started. The hands held her and a mouth was nibbling at her. It slowly peeled her clothes off with its teeth and smirked at her. Then it started biting chunks of flesh off her. It was eating her alive. She was too petrified to even move, the last things she saw were the hands holding her and the mouth stained by her insides. And she was no more.

The hands after this calmly tweeted out “Cold Mango for dessert #FTW”

~Fin~

.underwater.

An Anchor that was set underwater.
A coral that bloomed underwater.
A glance, a smile, a kiss, and the bonds were sealed underwater. 
A riot of colors unleashed underwater.
While the mountains heaved underwater,
The forest in the valley swayed underwater.
While the locked embrace felt like an eternity underwater,
The great dance forever etched in unmemoried memories underwater. 
While the eruptions within cascaded underwater,
The waters glowed alike a wildfire underwater.
Rich hues had love made underwater,
With no thoughts of the beginning, or an end underwater. 
~*~

FOOTPRINTS

Footprints in the sand ...
Are meant to be Erased...


For they are like what the self desires, but cannot have,
The Waves of reality set right what should never have been.


Yet we continue to trod and run on the sand,
Never expecting the waves to erase them.
We are foolish Creatures Bound to Our hearts desire after all ....

~*~
Wrote this a while back, initially posted here.

Children of Smiles and Sighs

Life is cast with skies of constant change.
Sometimes bittersweet rain and other times warm sunshine.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Sometimes we dance of joy in the rain.
Other times we hide out from the storm.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

We seek the warmth of the sunshine at times.
We seek the shade of the clouds at times.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some flowers bloom in the rain.
Others wither in the sunshine.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some butterflies flitter in the sunshine.
Others fall in the rain.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

Some memories are cold and haunting.
Others are like a warm zephyr.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

We follow fleeting hope, with burning hearts.
But all that is beautiful drifts away like the flowing water.
We are but children of smiles and sighs.

I find comfort in utter darkness,
Than to be in the sunshine or rain and see what might have been.
I am but a child of smiles and sighs.

~*~

Of Rides in the Darkness

The end most often is the beginning. For sometimes there is enough strength in the dying embers, to flare up again.

There is comfort in the darkness, when the hourglass is empty.
The ornament is broken.
There is fear in the darkness, when the ride is incomplete.
Picking up the pieces is an exercise in futility.
There are no distractions in the darkness, when the road is bittersweet.
What is broken will always be broken.
Darkness is absolute in the absence of light, but sunshine may be around the corner.
Just ride on to greet that sunshine.

The end is another beginning. For even though there is enough strength in the embers to flare up again. The fire that will rage will be different from before.

Awed! Humbled! Shattered!

We should not shed tears.
That is a surrender of the body to the heart.
It is only proof,
that we are beings that do not know,
what to do with our hearts.

~ From Bleach by Tite kubo

I think I must let her go. The child that was struck with awe!

It hurts, it pains, it strikes me with dread the thought of letting her go.

She is a butterfly, she is empathy personified. She is a rock star. She is a party girl.

I think I must let her go. The child that was struck with awe!

I wanted to be with her… I wanted to learn the salsa with her, wanted to ride off in the sunset with her, wanted to build castles on the shore with her, wanted to gaze at the night sky with her, wanted to hold her hand and walk on the beach with her, wanted to climb the mountains with her, wanted to trek in the jungles with her, wanted to scare her with ghost stories, wanted to slow dance with her in the rain, wanted to stay up all night watching old movies with her, wanted to cook and eat with her, wanted to make her feel like a woman, wanted to spend an eternity in her embrace, wanted to listen to her beating heart, wanted to wake her up with breakfast in the bed, wanted to kiss her at every opportunity, wanted to grow old with her. My heart, soul and mind are at odds with each other, one refuses to let her go, one refuses to believe what is happening the third is attempting to rationalize what each wants and what must eventually be done…

You know that meeting you has put her in the situation she is now, where she is forced to choose between a past that promises an uncertain future and a present that promises an equally uncertain future.

How can one let go of something they love? I understand that a major part of the trust and understanding for each other stems from the fact that you want to ensure the happiness of the other person. But if her happiness means, letting her go… I must let her go… Maybe she was not meant to be with me… She definitely deserves someone better… Why was I not able to hold on to her? Why do I feel incomplete without her? Why does it feel like I will never be complete again?

But the extremely funny thing is … the question that follows; it pales the above question in comparison. You wonder if her meeting you is the trigger for her current unhappiness…. If that is true then I am damned, if not then I am damned cause either case I have made a bony lass cry, by being there for her, by not being there for her.. I made someone shed tears just by being their life to cheer them up. How could I be so Naïve?? How could I not see what was coming?? I have long known that I am a broken creature not meant to be pitied or loved. I can only observe the world from afar, a lone observer. And a lone observer I shall be again.

Every moment spent with her was of infinite worth; for it represented an entire eternity. I will forever hold her close to my heart and soul cause for a brief moment she showed me that I too am worthy of love. To love and be loved in return, a feeling like none other. Her very existence is proof that I too was worthy of love. She made me fall in love with love again. I stand in awe of her. I am humbled.

But I suppose if she is truly happy then it was worth it, if not …. I don’t want to answer that, I hope and pray that it never comes to that, as I cannot justify any answer, not now not at any time. That will swallow me whole.

This is grey, neither black nor white, a void where my questions and desires must not be satisfied to ensure that she is happy. A void, that eats you from the inside at every moment. This void will be filled in due time, but a part of it will remain forever.

Why do we cling on to hope? Why does one do it? Even though the person knows that if unsuccessful, the whiplash will drown them. Why endure it? Is it for that overwhelming unnamed feeling, it’s not love; it’s something higher that I felt, words can’t describe it. I felt that higher power for the first time as it mercilessly overpowered me… suffocated me… and left me defenseless. Only hope can give rise to despair. But it’s impossible for anyone to try and live without hope, so I suppose that leaves us no choice but to walk ahead with despair as one of our companions.

The most incredible thing you'll ever experience is just to love and be loved in return.

But don’t worry about me; I will gather my shattered self into the artifice of eternity. I will lock these feelings up and bury the key in her. I am the lone observer. I am the evil overlord. I am immortal.

This post is dedicated to the Awed Child, I thank you for every thing, I am sorry for everything, you should know, letting you go was the hardest thing I have had to do.

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~*~

.defeated.

The darkest night,

The silent breeze,

Defeated by the lone candle.

The brightest candle,

The fresh flower.

Defeated by the cold wind.

The warmest wind,

The colorful picture,

Defeated by the endless time.