A jester's paradise

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A JESTER'S PARADISE

" The moon that soothed my iris,

has now begun housing a mole.

Shattered it is too and fro, condemned to abore 

never desired to attain, just longed to adore.

Alike the settling fog brimming the petals,

staining my soul in deceptive ripples.

That pale daffodil that bloomed you wish,

has further blanched with the residue of your kiss.

Cunning of a seasonal VIBGYOR, a mere illusion.

Abstract of a mist, fallacy to be in a tryst.

Fading it is in whiteout, often rains,

Notwithstanding the endure, draining in pain. 

Once possessed be eternally owned.

Tough it is in perplex, move on.

Gone is gone, best come your way to grow,

Remember darling you've lost me forever though."

 

By- Kaushal Naik

Crushed

The unrequited symphony of falling for someone often brewed in melodies, the beguiling emotions and unfulfilled desires resonating as haunting solos ringing through the chambers of heart, a journey fraught with pain and prolonged suffering where the soul crops into an unwilling sailor navigating the labyrinth of belonging, the pain is intense when the beloved fails to recognize the integral dignity that the admirer paramount for her. 

This isolated journey commences with a tender bud of affection and a sip of rehearsing care without intending to expect anything in return, the fall play of life is we human are mere cupids prone to the clandestine dance at the roll of a dice well arranged by the almighty. Once infected is destined to transmit, first through restless nights then through jamming your mind, with no chance to escape with the nerve being found when the pumping romance finally finds its way to the tongue only to hang all emotions to scrutiny and to feed dust.

After this  reciprocal failure of the soil that once potentially promised of fostering a blooming garden, they enchanted territory molds into an uncharted land of unspoken words, silent gazes and wistful sights each resembling the harsh duration of endurance to persistent ache that refuses to dissipate, they admirer grows apace into a silent poet  weaving verses of affection that may never grace the ears of the intended recipient, the ache that intensifies with each passing day is subjected to quench underscoring the scar that will be left behind which time may not heal completely, all is put to a halt when the Romeo restores peace whilst  recognizing himself as a true artist who crafts the masterpiece that was never put to display but is extremely charming nonetheless.

A poignant reminder hits with a stir of time when heart beats accelerate with the blow of whispering her name, the wise would choose to move on punching the nudging winds while the jester sits on the fence craving to tumble with unrealistic wants, entertaining dummy merchants of his sentiments. Challenging it is to keep shining but the only key is to accept and acknowledge your feelings and selfcare, cultivating a culture to practice gratitude would pave a positive aspect to life and help redirect focus, holding onto resentment or self-blame can hinder the healing process.

"Letting go is not forgetting but to move ahead with a lighter heart."

 

Credits - Kaushal Naik