Palace, painting of fantasy, shore of

Happily ever afters with

Seemingly, infinity framed

What your eyes refuse to tell

Palace, halls of vast emptiness

Stoical soldiers, rather, giggling kids

Wars on the horizon, blood

Is the prophecy.



*



Eyes sewn to the Black Swan, ever

Deeply intrigued, as your heart beats in pace

To her moves of grace

Her smile says ballet is in

Her blood, whilst underneath it all,

A cracked heart, shattered

Bones, from

The weight of perfection.



*



Celestial diamonds tell stories of infinity

Twist your wires to make your eyes

See fiction instead of the world

Smile for beautiful lies instead of

Weep for the script of life.

The missing piece,

Like any other work of galaxy,

Those diamonds

Are set to be burnt out in the end as well.



*



Right by the window sill

Under the moon glow still you search

For that glimpse of a familiar shadow

Or a flying figure among the stars

He’d wave, and beckon,

“Let us fly to the Neverland!”

You’d reach out for the dust

With a yearning so loud

Just to catch a fistful of

Night breeze and realise

Peter Pan is a lie.



***



Growing up is my fear. :(



I know. I'm pathetic.



Thanks for reading! :)

