Life is dramatically beautiful, full of surprises.
Not so good times seem lovely, cherished moments are a crisis.
Suffering with penance and yet it is its own reward,
Unlikely bonds are formed, broken on their own accord.
Flowing vigorously, unattached, unbound,
I am the wind, raging skies, burning ground.
In all my grandeur, blazing with glory high,
Essence for the world, stumbling in its own drought with a sigh.
Belief shaken and narrating a story without credence,
Time seems to waddle away without any consequence.
Comes a twist in the tale, arises a fragrance.
As to stir my sleeping soul, life throws in a pence.
Wary of the change, resisting the temptation to relent,
All the years of belied comprehension, I knew not what this meant.
Senses came alive; gait springy with an unprecedented glee,
Which was very odd as I was a feetless wind, you see?
"Hey, Glad to meet you." - was all I could stutter.
She smiled a radiant rainbow, which made me flutter.
Which was again very odd as I did not have any wings,
Is this soft music I hear, or the bells of insanity rings
From far, she emits a radiance of a most gentle dove,
Deep within she shows character, rock solid and tough.
Think of her as just a fragrance, sweet and amazing
And be prepared to be startled, conquered and left dazing.
Flowing as if she didn't care what the world thought,
Looking at her, I wondered whether she was the prize I sought.
Something attracted me towards her. Was it the sadness within?
Probably it is what formed her strength to endure with a grin.
She looks towards me, asked me if I would rather dare?
Seeing me befuddled, she smiled and pointed me to a stair.
Now, I travelled my whole life, far away lands and seas, my mates.
I never came across these bloody stairs leading to unknown gates.
Curiosity pushing me with full intensity, I climbed
Steps that twirled, twisted, rotated and got intertwined.
The arduous ascent challenged my wilful flows
Crushing gravity, reluctance adding to my woes
And then it was all gone, a momentary black flash of nothing.
Slowly light spread from a tiny casket, invisible weights fading.
I saw the fragrance standing besides me, a pure shade of blue
She placed my hand over the casket; I then realized what was really true.
The fragrance is gone, but she still lingers in my every breath.
She liberated me from my own shackles, imposed as death
Of my true being, which was just a hand across the fence,
All I needed was to find my own fragrance.
