Untitled Chapters of Life

Ruchira Biswas blog


September 2015



The sullen winds filled the sails of her heart,

The thoughtful waves  toppled her ship of fantasy

as  she tapped on the glass floors with her Cinderella shoes.

Confidence and Pride radiated in her steps

as  she pulled through the huge corridor,

Caressing the ground with her endearing gown,

In strokes of Blue.

Displacing the Rapunzel hair from her bare shoulders,

an eternal symphony in those fallen strands.

She swifted her hand through her Red Hood,

With an enchanting smile gracing her face,

Laced with nobility.

White gloves. Tuxedo. Wine glasses.

Greeted her as she followed the steps of Alice,

To the flying carpet of Aladdin.

But the ride was not as smooth as Jasmine had told her,

with only the half-eaten apple by her side.

Her cheeks burned in the warm embrace of the Prince,

The flap of her eyelids welcomed the kiss.

The Beauty was awaken from the sleep.

Into Reality.

As the pale image stood in front of the mirror,

Playing with the holes in her dress,

making impressions on the ground with bare foot.

Still basking in the glory of the kiss and the endearing gown,

she looked straight at the adorer on the other side of the broken glass.

Reality was cocooned in the Dream.

Finesse, Elegance personified.

As she stifled a smile,

Unwittingly adding to the glamour of the face,

Which sheltered those Blind Eyes.


The Necklace

necklace photo

First bead.

Blinding luster.

Impeccable design, whose impression was slowly setting in.

En-wrapped  in the rapturous glory of Love.

An unmistakable beauty.

Yet adored by one.

Second bead.

Adorned by one,adored by two.

Nurtured more, unlike the first.

Glow brightened,

But the constitution resembled the first.

Third bead.

Mirrored two images stained in Red,

as they merged into one.

Immortal legacy.

There was rhythm in its shine,

Lyrics in its beats,

As it kissed the ridges of the adorned neck

Along with the adorer’s lips.

Fourth bead.

The shine persisted.

The “glamour of Love” on it now applauded more.

Veiling the paleness of the edges.

The cut ends were visible,

Skirting the frail errors of the designer.

Fifth bead.

Uninterrupted use.

Worn out ends, with dust piling on the upper arcs.

Pronounced monotony.

Desire to abide Nature’s Law: Change.

Last bead.

Escapes the grip of the adorer.

Lapse of string,it slides.

Others follow.

Beads from eyes and beads of necklace, undistinguished.

Not the first time,but third time in a row.

This time the beads were left unattended.

Uncaressed . Neglected.

Only one thought in her mind,

What if all of them could shine in the same way.

What if none glittered at all.

Would the necklace ever lace the meaning of love.

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