Serendipity

We stood there;
With your eyes tasting of smoke and the night smelling like fire, watching the blue turn into orange and  time turn into sand. Our fingers holding on to the threads of a story dying to breathe out of its cage.

And I remember;
I remember the moment I realised it. We'd been up till the sky started to fade, talking and laughing and dreaming. And the stars shone down with our names on them, as our lips curved at the secret only we knew, in a world that was just ours, dancing to the music only we could hear.

And now I know;
I know what it feels to melt like sunlight on dew drops. I know why meteors fall and crash and burn so hard. I know why blood, war and heartache are sisters of the same colour.

I know, I know, I know. And yet I choose you. With all the smithereens in me trembling and echoing to your voice, I choose you.

The Yellow Apple

She's the girl with the wild hair,
The tresses that aren't afraid to be alone,
The pen that looks around and sees stories,
And gives them an ending of her own.

She dances along the marshmallowy clouds,
With dreams in one eye and the other immersed in hope,
Looking for the tent of shooting stars,
To sprinkle across her gingery abode.

You've noticed her;
Staring out the black window,
Gazing at the orange sky,
Her tea dipped in rainbow colours.

You've laughed with her;
While she was chasing the fireflies,
While she was tickling the snow globe,
While she was painting her journals.

You've laughed at her;
At her milky glasses,
At her crooked laugh,
At her tangled toes.

But you can't see what she can,
Through her cloak of insanity.
For she's the glitter in the dust;
She, is The Yellow Apple. 

- Sayantani Sarkar.