Lost And Found - Poem by Sumana Bhadra
Like a shattered window pane
I lay scattered on the floor.
The shards reflect a distorted me.
The woods of my mind
Seem scary and unfamiliar.
A time there was,
When I strolled through its happy maze,
Happy to be lost-
Happy to be found by no one else.
The maze was mine.
The woods were beautiful.
Prince Charming on his white horse.
I believed them all.
My world was painted in pink and scarlet.
Then he came along.
Took a brush,
Dipped it in black,
Scribbled dirty strokes on my pretty painting.
I stashed it away in the junk.
I could not paint unicorns anymore.
My rainbow on the paper
Was all black and white.
HE did not look like a painter.
And yet he boldly
Dipped his brush in red,
And my rainbow on the paper
Glittered and sparkled with colours.
He was a sorcerer.
I wondered if he was into dark magic.
My grey rainbow had always charred
Every colour into bleak ashes.
But he did it.
His enchanted brush had taught my stubborn rainbow to smile again.
My rainbow was scared.
It had long forgotten to flaunt its colours.
It wanted to sparkle.
But you see, it was new to it.
His strong brush re-stroked it with a gorgeous red
Everytime grey tried to be its favourite colour.
His brush was magical.
The painter was magical.
I wanna go places with you.
Places, no one visited.
Places, no one can visit.
Those shall be our places,
Belonging to no other souls, to no space and to no time.
We'll make sand castles
And break them,
And build them again.
We'll lie down in the wide meadow
And count the stars in the dark night sky.
We'll make a wish together upon a shooting star,
I want to fly on the dandelion of your thoughts.
I find them beautiful.
My pixelated image-
You cleared it out for me.
The mirror you held before me
Was not gilded with gold.
It was a wooden frame, beautifully unbroken.
I didn't find her to be pretty, no.
She still looked like one of those witches in Macbeth.
You said, 'You make my world sparkle', like you meant them.
And I saw the girl in the glass smile back at me.
That pretty line on her lips
Had risen out of ashes like a phoenix,
And i was left enchanted.
~the girl who was a knotted mess~
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