Djinn, tree and me

Under the cursed tree, the solace of noon winds embraced me.

I remained! Intrigued and attached to the feeble rustle of bi-colored leaves.

Parched lips and an empty heart skipping one inconsequential beat.

Still I remained as an oblivious speck, flinching at nothing at all

The drunken djinn ogling from the crumbling branches above whispered a silent tale.

A tale of a mirage that glimmers in light and dims out at dark without a hint of a fight.

The djinn let out a smirk and it shook me awake, a droplet fell through the carpet of leaves and on my head.

A cold spine, a meddling heart and the salt of my own tears hurt my morbid wounds.

The rain stopped, a puddle was formed on the dent I made as I had sat through the time.

On the hazy mirror that the puddle made, I saw the djinn mounted on my shoulder blade.

Without a pause, I jumped and danced. The djinn fell into the puddle, drank the water and left me with nothing at last.

Never trust the truth in lover’s eyes

Under the orchid tree they decided to meet again,
and ages passed. Yet again the love in the romance slayed.
Then revealed the truth out of disguise,
she told then “Well, I never trust the truth in lover’s eyes”
For that he broke down inside kneeling and squealing in pain.
But his head held up, he acted the part
where he was the warrior with no broken heart.

He dealt a sweet hand to the heart of queen.
His purpose was true to hisself, seldom being unclean.
The orchid bloom stood witness to the jury of the universe
he belonged nowhere then, and he dealt the worse.
The verse promising the lovers to come back again after ages
to massacre the root of evil that lock their love into beautiful rusty cages.

Under the orchid tree he stood again.
Heavy in heart and light-minded as the wind.
The wind carried a gruesome news,
the lover lady stayed back and broke the deal.
He thought of all the things that she had said
Well, he never had to trust the truth in lover’s eyes.
For now the actors are so vile and deep
they fool their eyes and let them speak.
For now the lover knows that promises made
are gory love slaying; part of a frigging renegade.