I walked through laughter, smiles
and serious contemplation
in my infancy.
Eyes just saw the small terrarium of
light and glow, but the vision was brighter.
Same fragrance, every day wore.
Same hairstyle put on, same pages flipped,
the same old peace surrounds.
In a parallel universe, the heart wished
to touch something dark, gray with serious venture.
It too wanted to get every gem of world
and learn their power.
Just like time turns flames to embers
Just like dust turns coal to diamonds
Just like that parallel universe became my
ember and diamond.
From the textbooks I grew out,
the one thing I’ve ever worked to dark
was making beautiful words out of black and white.
When in rain people were eating pakodas
drinking the tea which was never opened before
all I sat and wrote about it.
All I did was wrap my long hair,
wore the most comfortable fabric and
opened my soul to the mesh door.
Through which a clear sky showed.
little mud there, little green there.
Ah! The raindrops churned from ellipse
Of mesh, and sprinkled on my satin top.
And closed my eyelids to let it get paralysed by the
Oh-so-beautiful-destructive-nature’s paranoma.
The watching paranoma, turned routine,
made me come closer to my embers and diamonds.
Away from textbooks, away from friends.
I heard a silent scream.
A shout from my beholder.
The soul worried about my future.
No crying on the shoulder- shoulder was there,
and so she was worried.
‘Black and white can pour out the grief, the love.
But it can keep you in deep miseries and mysteries’.
The last echo of the scream I ever heard.
The marvel might burnt.
But cold hearts let it off.
Blame the fire. Too weak to hold.
With textbooks, friends and beholder,
the destined path was followed, as usual.
With chapters all learnt, numbers all good and charming.
It was time to set the fire again.
Guess time had different plans.
A soul hailing from south, took a crook in my life.
Little did I realized, I found my innate counter of oblivion
that fire was nothing but ‘game of words’.
He took a step, I climbed a ladder.
Thanks to the soul, for letting the love of my heart free.
But the parallel universe, you remember?
He being the first shade of gray to my life.
The first adventure.
Heart played with me, with the thoughts of him.
Confronted feelings, a broken heart, broken trust, broken everything.
As a paper boat eventually drowns in ocean,
just like that feelings confronted seemed to be lost.
No vision, no seriousness felt.
One added shade of gray it was.
Textbooks, friends, beholder, again.
Time consumed by them of my life.
The heart mended, just pumping fine.
The shade reappeared, just more darker.
His words signed my own destruction of future.
The favorite of sanity he was, Morpheus he was.
I was someone’s refuge, home.
So the care was taken like of royalty.
Dreams, turned reality, turned vision.
Intuition blended and realty born.
I saw my soul mate, for he saw too.
With the past about him told from him.
Seconds thoughts marked the trust.
Knew it was dark, it was gray.
Still for humanity and immaturity, it was left aside.
Souls just felt, now was touched in solace.
Just how heaven it felt, it was an escape plan for him.
Every time trust felt heavy, it was weighed down by his love.
The dark curse.
It consumed me, and i consumed his evilness.
It was meant to be broken.
For how did the trust broken for split second?
For how did my love was weak? No, it wasn’t,
was just stronger than his bones.
Devastated nights, when a past soul entered.
cries, and then every shade of gray scattered and engulfed me.
It was my parallel universe, he, being the last adventure.
He be my ember, my diamond.
Heart always wanted to taste adventure, wanted to skip a beat.
Wanted to get every gem?
This is how I got everything I ever wanted.
A broken-mended heart.
Silent- happy nights.
Hatred-loved heart.
Broken trust-gained humanity.
lost a broken soul but found an angel.
And so I wondered,
‘If we can cut the diamond, why can’t we crush the coal?’
-Kriti Singhal
