Food, Poetry and travel
I was hungry since the beginning of time…
I have lusted for the piece of flesh…
Oh don’t look at me with pity and curious eyes and wonder why I drifted away…
I must stay away from you…
For you don’t know the demon that lurks within each corner of my heart,
Waiting to be unleashed… waiting to prey on you my dear friend..
You just don’t know what you are getting into…
I am so drunk that when I see through the bottle, I feel you are near me…
I remember looking in someone’s eyes which are as dark as night sky with thunderstorm in it… but it keeps me sane to know that I am not the only one…
I just stand at the edge of bridge in the forest and set it aflame… so I may never return… and watch it burn…
I rip apart the pages of my diary one by one and surrender them to the holy fire… chanting the name of my guardian angel to protect and guide me… and performing a fire ceremony by inscribing the word BURN on all corners of the page…
“You won’t get it.. you are not… ME… You won’t get it how difficult it is to let it go, once they are deeply rooted and run deep like the roots of a tree and make you…You…
You won’t get it… I live in a high tower where no one can reach… NO ONE… Not even you…”
I watch it burn silently… and let my ego, remorse, resentment burn along with it as I walk into fire… My skin burns, hair turns to ash and bones crush…and I emerge out of it bearing no malice…finding my new psyche…being the deity that I was…
There is a part of me who is still submissive and meek…
who withholds her fears, not to be shown to this world
and manages to keep a brave, cold, indifferent face…
But when I sleep, I still curl up and sleep on the left side…
part of me still remembers that the right side belongs to you…
Even if you have left long back, your presence still dominates my mind…
I still can’t sleep on the right side, even if I want too…
I tried to reach heaven but my sins are plentiful…
I wanted.. just to catch a glimpse of it…
but they kicked me out… so my hands turned jet black as they got burnt in the futile pursuit…
I wanted something so badly, that I ended up not wanting it anymore…
So I spiral down endlessly, to the deepest realms of earth and darkness…
I belong here… I’ll stay here forever…
She looked so peaceful, calm and serene, staring at an empty space in nothingness, while the wind gently blew away her long, dark, ebony hair in front of her shoulder…
The big square diamond which she wore, shone brightly against her dark hue of the skin, providing a contrasting combination in sunlight…
There could be absolutely no better sight than her tranquil expression in her deep emerald eyes…
While she was looking at the butterfly devour nectar from the flower, there was stranger who took keen interest in her… in the thoughts of devouring her… wondering what his prey might be like…
Concealed and mysterious were his ways….
Unknown to her, he studied her carefully… her ways, her mannerisms, the way she talks, what makes her laugh out so loud…
So when he approached her, he carefully laid his dead cold hands on her neck… She was too stunned to move and complied unwillingly…
As he was very pleased much to his surprise, He thought aloud… ” This is easier than I thought”
Then he slowly moved his icy cold hands towards her face, bending her neck backwards towards him..
As he did so, she opened her mouth to let out a smoke which twirled like a tornado… it engulfed his soul and captured it in her heart… while she closed her eyes in trance…
And when she opened her eyes, she continued to marvel the beauty of butterfly sitting on flower, sucking nectar….
The diamond shone even more brightly than ever before…
He wanted to say so many things, may be she wanted too…
And as their eyes met…
He saw the horrors contained in her soul… the ones which consumed her…
Of slashing wrists, the loud scream and the blood flowing on the white ceramic floor….
She could make him see things, he didn’t want to see…
She could make him feel things, he didn’t want to feel….
And it was just the beginning of the trailer…
She grew powerful day after day…
May be she wasn’t meant to go towards light…
Darkness had already chosen her…
You should have known that I am witch the moment you saw me…you should have run in opposite direction, I might put my hand through your heart while you are sleeping and rip you apart.. So run…
Waist length luscious jet black hair like a cascading waterfall, sharp facial features and voice, prominent jaw line, covered in jet black from head to toe and characteristic intertwined three triangle tattoo on wrist depicting balance between body, mind, soul and elements of nature; three arrows passing through it, one longer than the others depicting one behaving predominantly: typical characters of a witch
I saw it all, the moment I saw you, the way you hold paint brush and draw wide confident strokes, the way you shrink eyebrows when you are perplexed, the way who move your long, soft yet strong fingers while you are cooking and the way your hands run in your long hair when you are trying to figure out something…I saw it all.. all the once.. in the moment..
I am a natural one they say, I am a half witch-half human actually…
May be that’s why knowledge of herbs, medicine, food and magic comes naturally to me.. that’s how half witches are wired…
But being a witch is hard, I have to contain my energies so that it doesn’t get better of me…
I am heavily depended on salt water, activated charcoal and herbs to protect me. It may seem strange to layman the secret symbols which we are entrusted with, drawing on water surface while whispering a silent prayer to protect myself…
You see, water is very important and powerful force: it stores memory and emotions which flows down as tears, also acts as a cleansing agent. It takes away with it all the negative energy and holds within it while flushing in the drain…
So next time when our eyes meet and a part of me travels to you and returns back to me and if you witness a scene where you see my body set ablaze as I fly higher in a mystical enchanted forest, do not come to rescue me for I do not need rescuing…do not draw a protection circle around me with your staff as well, as I am not a damsel in distress… Just leave me alone, let me burn, let my heart scream.. Just wait down there… I’ll be back, I promise…
Everyone has a dark side they say, it’s a matter of time when the demons will be unleashed… again… it has a a cycle of raising its ugly head now and then… will you love me and accept this as well? Let me know…
For it’s a integral part of me and I can’t let it go… it runs deep through the crevices and cracks of my soul like a deep rooted tree.. I have embraced it and managed to stay afloat for it protects me the unknown and makes me “me”. I am the Dark Lord. Now I know what makes me attracted to you, which I couldn’t figure out earlier.. you have a Dark side too… like attracts like…
Now when I zone out, I watch silently as the demons unleash. My soul gives a loud scream enough to shatter the glass windows and splits and flies in three different dimensions, all a shade apart, one stronger than the other.. and when someone asks what happened? What are you thinking about? I say “ nothing”.. but my Dark Side gives a wide grin…
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I am having a cheese burst pizza…
Do you want one too???
I wish to sleep, to have an uninterrupted sleep…. where all the sounds drown in the background…
I wish to have sound sleep that I never wake up..
Pandaharsha