There comes the path yet again, clear as ever Though I don’t recall the last time I walked on it Gosh! Another thorn prick on my feet But wait!!! didn’t it happen ages ago? Yeah, ages ago… the phantom pain so real!!! In this misty stillness, I still feel the breeze That lured me into this heaven I created… A heaven that I name mine and I don’t recall why. I know that I know this way, The way I remember a loving memory- A warm rush of emotions, a kind prayer…then forgotten And shelved once again, To be remembered an eternity later Seems I’m strolling here in some forgotten memories of mine Or am I part of a recalled memory for the path and all it holds???…
Elegance, her enigmatic aura And I, her lover, a facade of calm Carved in brilliance, the sky kisses her tiara Elegance, her enigmatic aura Echoing whispers of an ancient realm; Lest we forget the grandeur of an era That birthed her refined majestic calm Elegance, her magnificent aura And I, her lover, a façade of calm!!!
Birthdays meant candles and cupcakes. And that too in dainty blue. Well, a birthday girl is entitled to her whims and fancies. Don’t you think so? But that was a long time ago. Now, at the threshold of one’s winter, all those whims and fancies seem trivial or frivolous maybe. Even so, it was fun; I can still feel the rush of excitement, the very same euphoria I felt as a girl, when I was wished by loved ones.
Here’s the blatant truth, dear readers. No one can see her, except me, of course. She feels this is her home. She has been conveniently accommodating herself in one of the many rooms of this mansion through the ages. As I belong to the legacy of this mansion, I take it my birthright to call it my home too.