By Harleen Kaur
Light up a candle, my dear.
Have a look, come here.
I wish to tell you a story of rush and dare,
Until the flames hush and fall bare.
"Oh! Do tell.
Is it a story about queens?
Swinging swords and bringing peace.
Or is it of that old wood cutter?
who brewed potions from salty tears."
No, little flair.
It's bigger than the fairytales,
Where the kings rise and villains fail.
It's beyond the panorama of old days.
A story new, yet timeless and vintage.
Their marriage!
It wasn't a cliché happily ever after of two love birds.
It wasn't a sweet fairytale with lovers aligning together.
It wasn't a ragged up version of falsettos promising forever.
No!
It was a majestic collision of the sun and the planets.
A vortex of colors splashing together
In a whirlpool of rainbow gauntlets.
Shards of cold blue ice against the red of raging fire,
Thick wild steam engulfed pleasure in divine desire.
"Did this explosion leave everything dormant?
Are the merry colors now dull and sodden?
Have the heart tremors subsided?
Has the floating glitter in the snow globe, landed?"
No, my love!
The hearts still prance with thrill and high,
High on the debauchery of sins and life.
Lost in the wonderland of virtues and vice,
On the cliffs of cosmic cataclysms,
Feeling breathless and alive.
"Then why they weep, on days’ dark?
Tears falling like rough bark...
Why they lament the days, aghast?
How will this woven web of happiness last?
Are they fated to fail or cursed to fall?"
No, little dove...
Darkness is but a shadow’s veil,
When light refuses to bow or pale.
Too much sunlight withers the soul.
Balance is the key, everyone should hold!
Light merely hides and resides under the cover.
Bidding its time, waiting for the charade to be over.
Love claims all, little lily!
The homes, again cackle with mirth and glee.
Being the men of earth, people commit heart crimes,
Succumbing to the temptations of shadows infinite.
But,
Do moons choose the planet they orbit?
Do planets choose their stars?
"The rules of fair play
Do not apply in love and wars "
Who are they to deny gravity
And laws of Leia, my dear?
When their love is brighter
Than any constellation in the star's lair!
He claims their union indelible,
A souvenir, a treasure.
She claims it a blessed adventure.
Because, “What are games but opportunities
To either boast of victory or taste defeat? "
Marriage is a violent mistress,
Her beauty a mask to hide her cruelty.
The beauty of falsehood
Is the worldwide fantasy.
"Love is the irresistible desire
To be irresistibly desired. "
It's dramatic like Giselle's ballet
And dangerous like Russian roulette.
So, when the life rears its head,
Showing teeth and claws
Those two souls smile slightly
And whisper, " Game on "
And then they wander the world,
Flowing in the winds of change.
Because, when together,
They forget how to breathe.
Apart, they realize,
"My other half has become my air, my need."
By Harleen Kaur
Fabulous poem