Paint..

The color of your soul, is precisely what my darkness seeks..

The compelling strokes of your brush, creating wild ocean peaks..

These cravings that evoke me, more than I’d like to confess..

The touch of your fingertips, for my body is your canvas..

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Surrender

She looks like a star from a distance, you’d wish to stare at for a while..

Making the darkest nights glow with a simple touch, a single smile..

But when you get closer only to find, that she is no star but a lost meteorite..

Struggling to survive on a lonely planet, now that it’s home is destroyed..

She weaves a perfect web around herself, enslaving her soul inside..

I keep searching for a loophole to free her and escape to the mountains wide..

Neither her love, nor her beauty, there’s nothing that I ask for..

Just an urge to heal a wound, on an angelic soul so kind and pure..

So why don’t you take my hand, and let me ease your pain..

When you’ve got nothing to lose, and I have nothing to gain..

®Hira Chaudhry

Image courtesy: upthehill.devaintart.com

Lost

They place, one wound after another..

Sword after sword..

I bleed, from my chest and my eyes..

But I don’t scream..

Numb, I stare, far into the desert..

Still searching..

For something to live for, to fight back..

Dad

For years I tried,

in the middle of the night..

At a lonely lake…

On a summer morning..

With a cup of tea…

Looking through pictures..

Going through your books..

Smelling your shirt..

Giving away your bike..

but failed to put you

in words..

Emerald

On a snowy winter night, ten chariots were seen…

Who arrived to see the girl born with eyes emerald green..

Gifts were stacked to the ceiling by her eighth birthday..

But she loved most was the pendant her father gave her one day..

He told her there’s nothing as beautiful, the way her eyes shone..

So he gave her this necklace of gold and emerald stone..

She loved to explore places where no one’s ever been..

And got lost in a deep forest where every being was mean…

A prince came to her rescue and fell in love at first sight..

Emerald was his cape and he became her knight…

Soon she learnt to ride horses and then threading and sledding..

Emerald was the dress, she wore to her wedding..

On a snowy winter night, the prince declared war…

Outrageous, he killed everyone and left his princess afar…

She decided to go and see him, to hold and comfort her king..

Disguised as a messenger but wearing their wedding ring..

Suspecting everyone as a spy or enemy, failed to recognize his lover..

He took her life with a sword and emerald was it’s cover ..

A love poisoned by doubts, killed a princess kind and brave..

Emerald was the color of the grass on her grave…

Broken

“I am broken”, she resisted..

“And I’m a mechanic,

Spent my whole life fixing things”, he insisted..

“Did you ever fix a living tragedy”? she asked..

“There’s always a first time”, he reassured!

Little girl.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl…

Who watched the birds fly as their wings curl..

She had to see the world and knew she could try,,

So she sewed a pair of wings and painted it sky…

Once upon a time the kings raged a war,

They snatched away her wings and trapped them in a jar..

They took away the needles and colours of sky,

And shot arrows with the note “Do not dare to fly!”

Once upon a time the arrows broke down,

Music and love surrounded the town..

The little girl learnt to dance and heal sick birds,

And collected their feathers to write afterwards…

Once upon a time the girl found some yarn,

She spun it with the feathers and people begun to warn..

Running through the fields, crying with joy,

She spread her wings and learnt to fly….