Swan song: In the land of stars

You were my knight in shining armor, my heart fluttered

and several times did i go weak in my knees at your very sight,

‘always felt you were too good for me & haplessly felt conscious at your side,

The greek God sure must have looked like you…

Ecstasy went ecstatic, the day you proposed to me.
Like a happy fairy tale, my life appeared to me,
‘cos this seemed too good to be true, this seemed too right to go wrong

wondered i, if our fates were penned by frolicking, happy angels

you were my pride, you were my joy,
& you were the reason for many a green eyed monsters

you my friend, soon became my everything,

with our stars & its roots being same,
our dreams & their fulfillment didn’t seem distant,

no, not at all

so addicted were we to each other,
so intoxicating was our love to each other,
and so close were we, towards our bliss of many lives,
like a mirage on a scorched desert, was the bliss that we longed for

we laughed till it hurt, cried till it hurt and yes, we loved till it hurt too

and then i saw, your love change from passion to obsession,
from affection to suspicion, from roses to thorns

you were fast losing your mind, i could see and you dint want to wait

i tried to help, but you sought no aid

you had gone immune, you had turned so cold…

that’s when i knew, the evil had crept in & crept without a sound

the devils had taken over from where the joyous angels left,

with the ink of pain, loneliness & betrayal; they continued to pen our fates

with ink so thick & ink so un-erasable, they wrote our fates so irreversible

their spell so evil, that your love seemed lust like
& your passion- a mindless obsession

my heart- once swollen with your love, now stung my very survival,

it hurt & it hurt bad, as little by little, love dripped away from a hole through it,

hole so deep, hole so abysmal, i knew it would never heal

bitter anger slowly replaced lost love…

none had survived it, none shall survive it, i knew

for what chance did we mortals stand in the face of a conspiracy,

conspiracy so fool proof, that was warmed & hatched in the very hands of the sly fate itself?

but fret not my beloved, cos together we shall defeat the wicked & the demonic,

they did win the battle in the mortal separation, but,
the immortal union- is a war to be won,
for in the land of stars, we shall meet again…

not angels, not demons, but we shall write our own destinies with the thick blood of our love this time

in the dream like place where me first met, shall be from where we start again,

by the promises made by our tormented hearts & words that are dissolved in our very souls,
with the mighty gods in their heavens as our witnesses, we shall meet again

no mortal agonies shall now pain our slumbering hearts, ‘cos when they wake, they shall wake in bliss, for we shall meet again,

in the land of stars, in the land of love eternal- ruled by none other but love itself…

– Bella Swan Jacob

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(This one’s dedicated to all those who have loved & lost. With it’s inspiration from the ‘Twilight’ series by Stephenie Meyer, this rune is a total work of fiction, where due to circumstances beyond her control Bella Swan marries Jacob Black, only to realize later that both Edward Cullen and herself are still very much in love with each other. A rune dedicated to all the Bellas’ who lost their Edwards’ & vice versa to fate; and especially to those who were defeated by circumstances & fate, but were hopelessly conquered by love)

In the land of stars, we shall meet again…

Rune: as the moon sets…

a dream pleasant, of love & togetherness- gone upon waking,
a dream conceived with silent tears, tears of hopes-happy,
each night a hope is drowned, each night a heart is charred
everyday, a memory- fond’s shattered, and
everyday only takes us away farther
a new dawn sows new hopes,
& every new sunrise awaits a night-happy

each midnight a fear creeps in, a fear of separation- eternal,
fear of becoming strangers again
a silent tear falls into the darkness,
for some tears remain unseen,
unseen by others and unseen as the heart wails,
wails like a just born

pain of a dagger buried deep in the heart,
the dagger of abandonment, of love and it’s symbol alike,
of promises made & words of honor
from foes turned friends, to friends turned lovers,
to lovers turned spouses, to spouses turned foes,
a love gone sour, a love gone bitter,
the mute heart has seen it all, the helpless heart has felt it all

everyday the heart sinks further, into the abyss of sorrow & pain,
for each day was never a night- happy
the soul’s deprived, deprived of love’s snuggle & embrace,
left by itself in a desert brazen, lies my soul in me, waiting for a

comforting soak, a soak called love…

some hearts break silently, unheard
in that some, is mine too,
for each night it breaks in silence, for each night was not a night-happy
everyday takes me away from you, &
everyday takes you away from me,
everyday a heart’s broken & everyday a soul’s killed

in deprivation, hope finds a way,
in callousness, love finds a way,
in the jaws of death, shall life find a way,
cos each new day without you, only makes me stronger,
and only helps me move on

each night a silent prayer is whispered,

a prayer in which love features,
each prayer seeks your well being & happiness
a prayer where none of this are heard by none,
for each night was not a happy night,

a night that the heart craved- of comfort & solace.

but love is still love, for with every new sunrise,
it continues to sow hopes, hopes for a happy night, hopes for a romance

revived.

Rune: Little teacher in the wall

looked as i out of my window, i saw it there

high up, in the crevice of a wall very old

with five or four or three leaves was a plant very tiny

roots that dwelled nowhere, with lashes from the weather mighty,

food so little, leaves so brittle, with stem so fragile, stood my plant

brave tiny plant- thought i, won’t last another day- thought i

night that day was furious, with rain & storm as its friends,

strong was the wind that swept the city blind.

night so dark, night so windy, night so wet and night so scary

took i refuge in my blanket, as every thunder made me shudder,

slept finally did i, got up only the morning next

peeped i out of my window, to cast a look at the little fellow

too bad it’d be gone, too sad it’d be gone,

that gone it would have- i knew too well

a weather so bad, it would not have survived

i had seen it everyday, i had seen it before i slept

but different was my morning today, & it was that way for the plant too…

unbelievable was what i saw, incredible was the sight i saw!

a flower in the plant’s bosom, nestled there in full blossom

glorious it was in bright red, victorious it was on the rocky bed,
and it seemed smiling at the world so dead

in its language it told me much, in its bloom it taught me much

my tiny plant showed me how to stand, showed how to endure

complain not nor cry it said, find peace in adversity, it told

smile at trouble, bloom in challenges

and break not nor bend at problems too big

in lonely suffer thee, but make many smile around you

at my brave friend, i smiled and

thanked it did i for a lesson well received

changed person was i, & changed was my outlook

more colorful appeared life, more acceptable appeared problems

for i had learnt to bloom, to give worries no room

i learnt all this and much more,

from my tiny teacher in the rocky walls.

a flower in the plant’s bosom, nestled there in full blossom…

Rune: Lament

What have you done O, Man?

explain yourself, what have you done?

plundered you have the rain forests and flushed out all the birds!

poisoned the oceans and suffocated my rivers divine!

What have you done O, Man?

What have you done to the only living planet?

butchered you have all the wilder beasts,

skinned you have the serpents and the young deer;

made your slave -the mighty leviathan & mammoths alike,

ribs and bones you pulled off the sabretooth, feathers off the gentle dove,

What have you done O, Man?

What have you done to my blue planet?

the gentle giants you killed, the rains you drove away,

stole the treasures from the ore, spilled oil on the shore,

hundred thousands lives you killed- accidents some,

hunting and poaching the others,

What have you done O, Man?

What have you done of my creation?

you turned ice into fire and caused burning fire to freeze,

magnificent mountains were swallowed, and made sweet waters spit venom,

the dense smog made all but you flee; flee to the brink of my planet,

you made my creations fall, what have you done O, Man?

what have you done to your fellow siblings?

slaughtered you have many in my name, i want not that ill fame,

feels not your kind, even an ounce of shame, as you set my blue gem on flame,

eaten you have the flesh, drank you have the blood of my children,

cursed you were by them as they withered and perished,

hell hath no fury like a helpless scorned, hell hath no fury like a mother & father scorned,

what have you done O, Man?

what have you done to the helpless?

the angels fled and so has the Satan-screaming that you are than him,

many times better at evil,

the flowers are gone, taking with them the honey bees, the dews have dried,

the mothers have cried, the children have died,

no melodies in the woods, no colored jewels in the seas, no paint splashes on the trees,

for there are no trees, no seas, no perfumed air…

you set my lands on fire, exploded flesh spiraling into the air, spilled blood all around,

vermilion’s favorite child you have become; cherished you have the color, so long,

there now is only blackness, blackness that has cursed you,

blackness that has blinded you,

blackness that has pained me,

what have you done O, Man?

what have you done to Me?

price expensive you will be made to pay, the hell will fall short of place,

torture will fear what you would undergo; pain shall shudder at what you will

endure…

punished you shall be for your callousness, your race will pay for the devastation by most,.

your kind i shall abstain from creation, your kind shall only face destruction,

awake O Man, awake from your insane slumber, awake before you wake in hell…

…as you set my blue gem on flame