BOUND

My eyes fly open, and I scamper,

Scamper, fast as I can, before I hamper,

Hamper another day, ruin this recurring dream,

Dream, I cannot achieve, unless I reach the stream

 

Streaming down my face, tears of joy bolt,

Bolt on my door, as my jammed car revolts,

Revolt clouds my mind as the dream threatens to fade,

Fade, into a new scene, through the water I wade

Wading through the waves, I marvel at my reach,

Reached after a year, I admire, detail each,

Each inch takes me close, alas I will discover,

Discover, the secret of the scent that refuses to hover

Hovering upon the edge, a shadow trying to hide,

“Hide all you want,” I sigh, “to you, your scent will guide”,

Guide it does, but to an empty, beautiful land,

Land, out of my thoughts, no less, I push away a strand

Stranded on this land, I discover my own being,

Being silent and still, self-awareness rings,

Ringing new sounds, my ears perk up and pound,

Pounds of weight is lifted, and I no longer am bound.

The Kingdom

Silently in the moonlit night,
she said goodbye, to her knight,
amidst the procession of the stars,
on his horse, she set for wars

A new found confidence her eyes wore,
Covered herself with his armour,
from her haughty nose down to her toes,
her courage would scare away all foes.

She rode up the steep, narrow way,
in the morning, corpses she did lay,
Triumph in her mind and heart,
with her kingdom she dare not part

And so once again, she had won,
her father, above, had a look of stun,
His princess, had finally, turned into a queen,
Braver than any king he had seen.

TRANSFORM

‘Transform’ is the word of the day,

Transform me, and I’ll pay,

Change my hair, make me thin,

Change my look, and watch me win.

Validate this change, recognize my effort,

Less number of likes, oh now my ego is hurt!!

I altered for you, can you not see?

Redid my principles, at such a big fee.

I redesigned myself, and you couldn’t note?

A new history, I had figured, I wrote.

Maybe this isn’t enough, oh dear,

More change, is inevitable, and yet, how I fear.

Fixing Me Up

My friend set me up, and off I had to go,

She stopped by, to beautify,

I refused, and grunted, but behold and lo

 As she hid each scar, she hid each story,

As she added each layer, she removed details gory,

Heavy eye make-up hid my black eye,

I looked pretty, even I couldn’t deny.

 But did I feel that way? Nobody cared,

Was I ready to date, love and be bared?

Was I one to jump from one to other?

What I felt and wanted, nobody bothered

 To “fix me up” was their only need,

Whether I was broken or not, they paid no heed.