Daft and dim ...and like a river by the jungle lay a beautiful black cat. On to her lap she purred and purred like a furious stream.
She was lucid and plain and dark like a cast of waste iron in a delicious blue pond. Her eyes burning with the weight of all she had seen in the little yard ...quite an age ago.
She had a memory and that's the worst it can get. For those that remember...its always a tiny bit more than it seems to be like.
Lucy was Dia's favourite companion. The dreamy black cat in whose eyes she would mirror her soul like a dejected child with no toys of her own but for the silver mirror she stole from her miraculously fashionable doll.
Lucy needs no jam is what she was told. Oh but Lucy needs a lot more than just her jam and it was only fair.
There are things that could only be whispered in the revered silence of those starry nights to one. Lucy was always that one. And it was only fair.
There were no stories to be told. Not anymore,at least.
There were stories that could be retold till they seeped into the soul and claimed the reality as its own.
Oh the charm of those realities was far greater than those starry nights and the moonlight that would seep into lucy's slavishly beautiful amber eyes and kill you with all they've got.
Lucy ran about, And jumped around, And lay about on a heap of nothing but a fanciful cotton dragon all day long.
Those were the things you could watch her do . And then there existed an alternate reality.
Its funny how Lucy and her little human companion would complain all day long. So much incessant unwanted humanity to deal with, till that one fateful day they chose to give it a go.
"Oi , I have a name for it, I do" , She jumped furiously about with excitement.
"You humans intrigue me!", said lucy , utterly dis interested, yet eyeing her favourite human with all possible kinds of affection .
Shrugging her usual cold contempt aside, Dia held her tiny hands out to lucy , eyes twinkling .
" You never stop trying, do you?", said lucy as she latched herself onto those tiny hands. She would love to watch Dia roll on her lavish plans , which would more often than not collapse into a bundle of washed up waste.
"Follow me as I lead you out of your misery, No no... our misery" she giggled, always being the hopeless optimist.
"I can only wish your ...erm..our stories are true" Lucy followed her charming delusional bestfriend around , hoping and praying , and more than anything else, believing in the existence of her reality.
The night was cold and insincere , the breeze was mean and the moon was hardly of help.
"It doesnt matter?" inquired lucy more than sure of what she would be hearing just after.
" It wouldn't have to..." answered Dia in chorus with her favourite partner.
They walked on for miles at length till the grass grew greener and the skies grew darker.
" We are here."
" I know."
"Where is he?"
"I wish I knew, but oh! " said she.
"Im going in." Lucy was getting impatient.
"No , wait...he'd come. Just you wait." said she.
Lucy shuffled about and cursed and sighed and pawed and waited and sniffed in anger and impatience.
There were no possible signs of his coming. But she waited.
Lucy waited with her.
The trees slowly started to quiver with the tension of patience. The stars were all out in anticipation.
His carpet of mush green grass grew warmer and the skies begun to pour vanilla.
She sat silently amidst the wilderness ,collecting the rain in the curve of her palm, soaking the flavour of lucy's impatience ,letting it in and out of her system as gently as the river by their house.
There was contentment masked in the snores of her companion, knowing that not knowing is at times the best and the worst it can get.
Lucy had seen her lady friend in the light of all possible auras and yet somehow tonight was like no other night.
While she lay purring in her lap, generous with affection saved up only for her, she could see the future . She could see it and feel it and she knew how it would end. And that in the midst of uncertainty there existed reality...the one they were forced to perceive, the one they had been running away from all their lives, the one that would merge with their reality tonight.
It was the night they would burn a hole in the universe and follow the emptiness into the hollow of their souls reaching out to what lay within.
It was the night of war .Their war with time and time would have to loose the battle against fire, against hope , against peace, against love, against life and against all reason there could be.
Lucy knew what was coming if not who. She could see it in her companion's amber eyes.
Hope was on its way, it was coming to come rescue them from the depths of hell and to bend the time just so She could say Hello!
Lost in her melancholy, lucy was almost too surprised at the tender touch of her companion. Her fingers felt the same and yet the touch was different. Just like her eyes would change colour at the fall of dusk and the rise of dawn so would her touch , for every bend of mind she'd touch lucy in a signature style, so much so that words had become an un necessity and silence was their new personal language.
Lucy knew what her touch had meant tonight.
The war had begun. Night was fighting to stay as the sky poured all possible shades of vanilla in through to the leaves . The birds had gathered around wondering as if to celebrate or cry.
The rain was making the sky seem shy and the wind seem dry . And somehow the tulips were brighter and the lilies worn out . It could only mean one thing. He was here.
The night turned perfect, dark and blue. Though it was dawn and the birds were almost insanely confused. Time slowed pace and the rain began to freeze as he walked on the path laid out by reeks.
Never to touch and never to feel. He was the sky and the dream that you felt in your teens.
He held out his hand and said ," Lucy, I missed you snotty queen !"
Your chocolaty paws and your hard earned rave. There was always something about your hate!
You never stopped loving the bad and tending hard to the little things sad.
You are a question to ask and you never answer.
You are a story that never completes .
You are a bad bad ending , you are a dire need to sleep!
You laugh a little you play some.
You hurt a lot and you aim some.
You call a little you respond some.
You have a lot you give some.
You dance a little you rest some.
You rhyme a lot you mean some.
The kind of war you love to win is something too perfect even for your reign.
So here's to you and here's to me and here's to the God of Nothingness .
I told you once , I wont tell you again- Its a bad waste of feel.
There are stories with a logic and then there is you.
Lucy, you make me wanna kill the rest of your blues.
I like no mercy and I like no flaws ,
I dreamed of you in fairies arm.
There is only so much of you I can take and tonight is a force field that I wasn't willing to partake in.
You turn this around , time is dying, I pray.
I dont understand why I fell for your ...
"I'm a part of hers she stole from herself . I'm a portrait she caressed into paint." said Dia
Her amber eyes shone with the passion of everything she contained and all the rhyme she couldn't possibly match.
The skies cried out in fiery wonder and thunderstorms that meant there was no looking back to a less painful truth, drenched in the aura of a silent past and a future that nobody could foretell, she parted her lips to try and explain the mystery that he always wanted to break in.
You hate her and you love her and you've always just wanted to let go.
You did and you were gone and you are still just a fraction of her miraculous dream.
There are those words you said and words she craved into her soul.
Divided herself into two perfect halves and gave you the one you desired more.
You fell for everything you never wanted and everything you think you did and yet somehow you wrote words and more words and words that never meant a fraction of what you had to say.
So you decided to give your heart to me not knowing in the least that this is what she had desired indeed and while you loved the spirit of me you hated really what she'd given to me.
The night is fading and it would soon fall apart and when it gives way to the first ray of hope, consider the spell to be over, like it never existed on the planet of a million and fourteen magical cloves.
His shadow flickered as if to say goodbye and yet if there was only one thing they had learnt with time and it was how he did not like goodbyes.
Perhaps this was a spell cast by the more powerful one as its child. Perhaps it had dawned on him after all.
Perhaps there was no such thing as a spell. Perhaps he choose to love only her better half.
Perhaps perhaps perhaps!
A dedication to someone whose birthday falls on the 14th of November. Happy Birthday D!
May god bless you.
She was lucid and plain and dark like a cast of waste iron in a delicious blue pond. Her eyes burning with the weight of all she had seen in the little yard ...quite an age ago.
She had a memory and that's the worst it can get. For those that remember...its always a tiny bit more than it seems to be like.
Lucy was Dia's favourite companion. The dreamy black cat in whose eyes she would mirror her soul like a dejected child with no toys of her own but for the silver mirror she stole from her miraculously fashionable doll.
Lucy needs no jam is what she was told. Oh but Lucy needs a lot more than just her jam and it was only fair.
There are things that could only be whispered in the revered silence of those starry nights to one. Lucy was always that one. And it was only fair.
There were no stories to be told. Not anymore,at least.
There were stories that could be retold till they seeped into the soul and claimed the reality as its own.
Oh the charm of those realities was far greater than those starry nights and the moonlight that would seep into lucy's slavishly beautiful amber eyes and kill you with all they've got.
Lucy ran about, And jumped around, And lay about on a heap of nothing but a fanciful cotton dragon all day long.
Those were the things you could watch her do . And then there existed an alternate reality.
Its funny how Lucy and her little human companion would complain all day long. So much incessant unwanted humanity to deal with, till that one fateful day they chose to give it a go.
"Oi , I have a name for it, I do" , She jumped furiously about with excitement.
"You humans intrigue me!", said lucy , utterly dis interested, yet eyeing her favourite human with all possible kinds of affection .
Shrugging her usual cold contempt aside, Dia held her tiny hands out to lucy , eyes twinkling .
" You never stop trying, do you?", said lucy as she latched herself onto those tiny hands. She would love to watch Dia roll on her lavish plans , which would more often than not collapse into a bundle of washed up waste.
"Follow me as I lead you out of your misery, No no... our misery" she giggled, always being the hopeless optimist.
"I can only wish your ...erm..our stories are true" Lucy followed her charming delusional bestfriend around , hoping and praying , and more than anything else, believing in the existence of her reality.
The night was cold and insincere , the breeze was mean and the moon was hardly of help.
"It doesnt matter?" inquired lucy more than sure of what she would be hearing just after.
" It wouldn't have to..." answered Dia in chorus with her favourite partner.
They walked on for miles at length till the grass grew greener and the skies grew darker.
" We are here."
" I know."
"Where is he?"
"I wish I knew, but oh! " said she.
"Im going in." Lucy was getting impatient.
"No , wait...he'd come. Just you wait." said she.
Lucy shuffled about and cursed and sighed and pawed and waited and sniffed in anger and impatience.
There were no possible signs of his coming. But she waited.
Lucy waited with her.
The trees slowly started to quiver with the tension of patience. The stars were all out in anticipation.
His carpet of mush green grass grew warmer and the skies begun to pour vanilla.
There was contentment masked in the snores of her companion, knowing that not knowing is at times the best and the worst it can get.
Lucy had seen her lady friend in the light of all possible auras and yet somehow tonight was like no other night.
While she lay purring in her lap, generous with affection saved up only for her, she could see the future . She could see it and feel it and she knew how it would end. And that in the midst of uncertainty there existed reality...the one they were forced to perceive, the one they had been running away from all their lives, the one that would merge with their reality tonight.
It was the night they would burn a hole in the universe and follow the emptiness into the hollow of their souls reaching out to what lay within.
It was the night of war .Their war with time and time would have to loose the battle against fire, against hope , against peace, against love, against life and against all reason there could be.
Lucy knew what was coming if not who. She could see it in her companion's amber eyes.
Hope was on its way, it was coming to come rescue them from the depths of hell and to bend the time just so She could say Hello!
Lost in her melancholy, lucy was almost too surprised at the tender touch of her companion. Her fingers felt the same and yet the touch was different. Just like her eyes would change colour at the fall of dusk and the rise of dawn so would her touch , for every bend of mind she'd touch lucy in a signature style, so much so that words had become an un necessity and silence was their new personal language.
Lucy knew what her touch had meant tonight.
The war had begun. Night was fighting to stay as the sky poured all possible shades of vanilla in through to the leaves . The birds had gathered around wondering as if to celebrate or cry.
The rain was making the sky seem shy and the wind seem dry . And somehow the tulips were brighter and the lilies worn out . It could only mean one thing. He was here.
The night turned perfect, dark and blue. Though it was dawn and the birds were almost insanely confused. Time slowed pace and the rain began to freeze as he walked on the path laid out by reeks.
Never to touch and never to feel. He was the sky and the dream that you felt in your teens.
He held out his hand and said ," Lucy, I missed you snotty queen !"
Your chocolaty paws and your hard earned rave. There was always something about your hate!
You never stopped loving the bad and tending hard to the little things sad.
You are a question to ask and you never answer.
You are a story that never completes .
You are a bad bad ending , you are a dire need to sleep!
You laugh a little you play some.
You hurt a lot and you aim some.
You call a little you respond some.
You have a lot you give some.
You dance a little you rest some.
You rhyme a lot you mean some.
The kind of war you love to win is something too perfect even for your reign.
So here's to you and here's to me and here's to the God of Nothingness .
I told you once , I wont tell you again- Its a bad waste of feel.
There are stories with a logic and then there is you.
Lucy, you make me wanna kill the rest of your blues.
I like no mercy and I like no flaws ,
I dreamed of you in fairies arm.
There is only so much of you I can take and tonight is a force field that I wasn't willing to partake in.
You turn this around , time is dying, I pray.
I dont understand why I fell for your ...
"I'm a part of hers she stole from herself . I'm a portrait she caressed into paint." said Dia
Her amber eyes shone with the passion of everything she contained and all the rhyme she couldn't possibly match.
The skies cried out in fiery wonder and thunderstorms that meant there was no looking back to a less painful truth, drenched in the aura of a silent past and a future that nobody could foretell, she parted her lips to try and explain the mystery that he always wanted to break in.
You hate her and you love her and you've always just wanted to let go.
You did and you were gone and you are still just a fraction of her miraculous dream.
There are those words you said and words she craved into her soul.
Divided herself into two perfect halves and gave you the one you desired more.
You fell for everything you never wanted and everything you think you did and yet somehow you wrote words and more words and words that never meant a fraction of what you had to say.
So you decided to give your heart to me not knowing in the least that this is what she had desired indeed and while you loved the spirit of me you hated really what she'd given to me.
The night is fading and it would soon fall apart and when it gives way to the first ray of hope, consider the spell to be over, like it never existed on the planet of a million and fourteen magical cloves.
His shadow flickered as if to say goodbye and yet if there was only one thing they had learnt with time and it was how he did not like goodbyes.
Perhaps this was a spell cast by the more powerful one as its child. Perhaps it had dawned on him after all.
Perhaps there was no such thing as a spell. Perhaps he choose to love only her better half.
Perhaps perhaps perhaps!
A dedication to someone whose birthday falls on the 14th of November. Happy Birthday D!
May god bless you.
