kagablog

Labeled “daddy’s little joy” for she born on the seven scales carried the stars in her smile
moved with planets in her stride
and seasons would alternate between her eye blinks yet she carried heaven as her pride
but it must have been a bad season
coz she doesn’t smile now

But now she wears fear as a cushion just in case she bumps into those memories still haunting her sleep
rests with an eye open, keeping screams as her guard and a rope attached to reality to pull her self out just in case she sleeps too deep
hips sway to a careless rhythm for music no longer inspires her
and love is an empty burden only carried only by fools who believe in fairy tales
and I remember she used to believe in fairy tales

She used to believe in black magic and that witches were the lucky few who had escaped the clutches of life
she used to believe in reincarnation after speaking to the man on the moon
she believed in a higher being and that salvation was coming soon
dreams were her play ground and the world her colouring book
she played stones with the gods hugging freedom as her blanket
she cried only to create endless fountains of youth
Carried wings on her shoulder blades for she usually flies with time
And pain was only a strange perception in the corners of her mind
and I remember but does she want to remember?
does she want to remember?
Those endless moments when hell was left to walk the earth
and had she had a choice she would have easily chosen a grave over birth
that cursed day when the sun did not wake up and the night booked a room in her heart
When flames of hatred and fear painted her pupils red replacing the stars that usually glow in her eyes
but she doesn’t smile now

But now she has a score to settle with life
she had a deal with fate but certain things just did not go right
at birth she was promised that the sun would always shine
but never told that the same sun would scorch her back and lengthen the days of her miseries
never told that the sun would set and darkness too would also become part of her reality
she was told, her life would have endless possibilities and that she must make the best of it
But never told that in reality this rabbit hole was in fact a bottomless pit
and that the same arms that love and heal could chain her future to residues of a night over spent
these very finger tips that polish her back with passion filled strokes could leave traces of confusion where wisdom once blossomed giving moods and colour to seasons
Can u blame her? Coz she doesn’t smile now

And I can still hear her screams
her tears still wet my pillow that’s why at times I drown in my dreams
so I scribble down her pain only to help (me) find the path
and this is for every woman and child who’s suffered the wrath of my brother’s hands
whose wishing well has run dry, who now looks up to a blue and purple sky
This is for every woman who has lost her smile
and this is for every child who has lost her innocence
This is for my brother who has lost his inner sense now