Life behind purple tinted glasses

In that moment her sunglasses were her best friends.
Tainted emotions that on her heart heavily weighed,
That her treacherous eyes betrayed
Behind purple tinted glasses lay entrapped.

Only hidden, not overcome
Out of sight but choking her mind
Escaping the only way they could find
Through soft tears that hard frames couldn't stop

She freed her hair from its rigid restraints
And she let the wind blow them all out of place
Hoping it would hide her streaked face
As the hurt and pain also fled their confines

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror
And he spied the tears through the futile disguises
And briefly he wondered at what her past comprises
But the mirror could only reflect her tears, not their cause

He realised it wasn't his place to judge or cure,
His only duty was to drive
And hope that she would survive
So he didn't ask why or where but just focused on the road ahead...

Fool for you!

Oh! What woe we cause ourselves
Over finding love that is forever and true
We fret and fawn, meddle and moan,
Turn into varied shades of red,green and blue!

For every time we meet a boy
Who is gentle as the moon
And bright as the sun
Our heart goes into a swoon
And our mind screams "He's THE ONE"

Every good deed is magnified
And flaws (if any) are vilified
Hellbent on discovering our soulmate in disguise
We turn to our superpower to over-analyse

"He maybe jobless
and without a wage
But he's trying so hard
to turn a new page
He's so smart
and his thoughts so sage
But he looks so boyish
like he's just out of college
What, oh, what must be his age?"

"There's this guy on my mind
as I write a sappy ditty
Gasp! He hates Titanic,
only the-greatest-love-story-EVER! The tragedy! The pity!
But he makes me laugh more than F.R.I.E.N.D.S,
Sigh.. he's so charming and he's sooo witty
I think I may have a crush on him
(But just itty-bitty)
So what if he's from another city?!"

"He's just so perfect, he's just sooo right.
We're so good together we just can't fight
He's so talented, he can even cook
Whipped up a gourmet meal and fed it to me by candlelight
Then he strummed his guitar, sang me a song he'd written
Sigh! what a wonderfully romantic night...
But this was 8 hours ago,
should I call him or wait? Oh what a terrible plight!"

"So he's the love of my life but it's complicated
And he's unlike any other guy
He notices things & remembers stuff
He's kind, thoughtful, sensitive & shy
He brushed my shoulder, touched my hand
And hugged me for THIRTY seconds as he said goodbye
Well, he's kinda committed but that can't last
He likes me too - said it himself & he can't lie
Oh Good Lord, why won't you cause his girlfriend to die?"

Wily and wise
In love we become otherwise
Usually composed and cool
How do we turn into such romantic fools?

Liberation

She lay there, slightly a-flutter
Reluctant to take the leap and fly
He held her in his boyish hands
And with virgin thrill threw her to the sky

She quivered and she shivered
As the indifferent wind chilled her spine
She sagged back and rested limp where
On the walled terrace, she knew she'd be fine

Worried yet eager, he ran toward her
As if knowing she wanted to be reassured
And he whispered to her confident words
As if knowing he could be heard

Gingerly he released her heaven-ward
And once again firmly tugging, guided her flight
Cajoled, she let the breeze carry her
Cruising, coloured & tasselled, she was a pretty sight

She was gliding, slowly climbing higher
With scaling height, her confidence grew
Overlooking the world, meeting clouds
Buoyant, higher & higher she flew

He caught her eye, as he floated in languor
Majestic as he challenged the skies
And the wind changed course
A karmic conspiracy in disguise

Soon they were eye to eye
They flew side by side
Entangled, they were a riot of colour
She was oblivious to all, except that ride

And then, she was freefalling
Uncertain if this was real or imagined bliss
The same wind, that was once her ally
Now pushing her down to an uncertain abyss

As her paper body was ripped by thorns
She came to realise that she had
Fallen in love
But fallen from grace

He had callously let her plummet
He had brutally cut her strings
But in her fall she was more free
Than she had been in her rise to fame...

Invaluable

Like the pair of stilettos,
that once adorned her resilient feet,
lending them grace and softness...
As she stood in them,
tall and straight,
the world looked up to her
and she stared back at life,
a smile on her lips and challenge in her eyes...

They had walked with her through the mundane,
and when she danced her happy-dance,
they tapped in rhythmic joy,
and when she sat on the cold floor,
with her knees pulled close to her chest,
they caught her salty tears...

Now they lay in a forgotten corner
fighting age as it tried to steal their glory...

Like the ornate wrist watch
that once hung loosely along her wrist,
kissing palms that were garralous with destiny.
Always her steadfast companion,
not begrudging her for all the good times it was ignored,
for it hated being a villain like the clock
that struck 12 in cinderella's story.
So it would try to stop its steady advance,
Failing always, merely a puppet strung by fate...

It was always the first thing she turned to,
when she awoke blue and dazed,
in the midst of a blue night...
Now sitting atop a dusty cabinet
Rusty and unmoving...

Hands almost meeting but not quite,
it was always almost-12...

Looking at these old objects
She smiled in memory at their little conspiracy,
that night 13 years ago,
when atop a terrace with lights that outshone the million stars
she had twirled and spun and swayed to an endless tune
till her faithful pair of high-heels gave way,
sending her falling into his arms
and as he broke her fall and cradled her shaking body
her watch in a heroic act, froze in motion,
forever preserving that pure moment...

Old now, worthless they lay
But as long as they brought that playful smile to her weathered face
They would forever remain invaluable!

Defenseless

Throbbing temples,
Untamed thoughts racing inside my mind,
Trying to break the fences,
Like wild horses kicking up a storm...
An unruly force that won't let my eyes close
Tearless and thoughtful, unblinking eyes
I lie awake...
And wonder...

Wonder about the vague promises you sketched
That my fertile mind converted to colourful masterpieces
Tripping over your artful words
My heart travelled to exotic dreams
Lost now, it weeps
As my brain returns to the black and white sensibility
There's no bright hues to distract
And no gray to tolerate..

The defences that you disintegrated,
With promises that weren't etched in stone
And dreams that weren't bound by a silver ring,
Are up again...
My mind screams,
"You're a million-dollar scam on the front page of a tabloid"
"Bad news," my heart agrees...
"But so hard to ignore," it quietly adds
Smiling now,
Knowing full well it will weep again at another's words