• "I see what you don’t. Write about things least spoken of. Speak less, listen more. Watch less, observe more. Know more by learning more. Attach less, detach more. Be seen less, remembered more. And believe that less is, in fact, more."
  • "Today, organs can get replaced but no one has found a replacement for lost trust, abandoned hearts, shattered souls and tears that flowed. Imagine that!"
  • "Life is not a straight line. It is a circle. See you a-round!"
  • If you do not wish to cross the bridge when you get to it go ahead, take a boat... either way, cross over, you will have to."

Mar 19 2009

Wizard In A Blizzard


Once upon a time, far far away,

There was born this young girl,
Who’s hair was naturally curled.

She was the vision of an unknown force
The child of an unknown source
And no one knew who would build her course.

She was ‘evil’ they said.
Misunderstood hence fenced.
But she had an uncanny sense
That made people immensely tense.

Growing up she tried to make sure
To remain unnoticed and obscure.
She thought she was out of focus
Little did she know, she was known even to the locust.

She was aware of her history
She knew she was a mystery
And no book could ever explain
Every drop in her veins.

Several personalities she’d adorned
Nevertheless, they scorned.
“Die you witch” she heard,
All life long she was spurned.

In shadows she stood out,
Even then no one ever made her out.

She could have well been on a billboard
Or been under a sword
Yet no one would have heard
She’d still go ignored.

Then one day….she broke.

All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
…..tried to put her together again.

They knew better than to forever lose
Their only muse who could be used.
The only muse who saw the hues
And made life brighter with her news.

So artists tried to draw her

Painters tried to capture her

But she chose to hide in the very fire
That she knew no one would dare desire.

She decided to then portray
Her true self as openly as day.
One last time she thought
“I ought to give life a shot.”

Decided to travel to far off lands

Reflecting her life
Drowning all the strife.

She rose and bloomed
Left lanes perfumed.

People swooned
But she knew she was a wound.

The very people who had chosen to scorn her
Couldn’t now but help to crazily adorn her.
With life’s pleasures as they measured
They worked hard to keep her treasured.

Larger than life she grew
Carrying the strife yet true.

Humour was her best friend
When it bled, he would mend.

“What goes around comes around” she’d say.
“You will miss me with every drop in your veins.
When you had me, you kept me in chains
Now you will pay in immense pain.”

She is everywhere and nowhere to be seen
You might see this fictious character in your dreams.

You will wonder if she was real or just your fabrication.
Close your eyes, only then you’ll feel her sensation.

When the moon is up high, full and bright
She will slip into the night, out of your sight.

Memories will haunt you
Some fondly while some will taunt you.

Gone without a trace
The one you didn’t embrace.
Remember her you will
For her screams are loud and shrill.

 © Maulshri Rajdhan


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