It was more purple than green An ugly gash refusing to heal Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain Strong enough to erase the pain A bruise so blue, a crimson tear Sweet hurt with trembling fear Yet, I tend to these injuries deep Purge the venom, not let it seep Into crevices of my soul so grim Discard memories like dead skin
Tell me why the daisies sing Gentle petals, how they singe With dark splatters of crimson What makes them sway in glee Touched by an aching breeze Those that hummed in praise Of wilderness and their beauty Have crumbled to dust so ruddy Sacrificed in raging wars of men Only to capture a fleeting heaven
I befriended them – Yesterday’s ghosts I roamed around with Ghouls of the past I faced them and asked Stories, trials, anecdotes Until I conquered my fears For venom cures venom They don’t petrify me That threatened me once For we all are now storytellers
Undone mistakes, Who ever heard Such a misnomer! There’s no turning back From follies made Flaws embraced No entry erased From the script of life No joy in living so tame; Heroism runs wild Courting danger Almost always in trouble A spark, a glitter In eyes that discover The glamor in being Incorrigibly mischevious!