Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

  There is something about smells. They can change the way you feel, just like a happy song gives you a rush and a sad song instantly brings you closer to your subconscious.  People are usually very particular about what smells they like and the ones that are repulsive to them. I'm averse to very few smells, but I'm partial to most. Smells can bring about memories much faster than any other trigger. That is why we suddenly smell something in the air and our subconscious links it to a memory from our past. Apparently, just like animals, we are also attracted to pheromones that smell like ours. All this happens without us realising that smell is playing such an important part. Men know when a woman is ovulating and hence will be drawn to them more during this time. I have my favourites, top of my list is always petrichor or the smell of bacteria dying in the soil when it rains. I love the smell of the sea, and even if I'm cities away from it, I can smell the sea in the air wh

  I was taken by surprise,  I admit. When you're used to seeing  Closed windows, Depressing tube lights, Or gaudy pink walls, You don't expect magic anymore. You go on each day,  Expecting mediocrity in things, And assuming the lowly  Instead of the lofty. But then, out of the corner Of your eye and a flash of nowhere, Things look different. Only the dreamer knows what dreamers Dream when they draw their curtains, And in the darkness, the shining Lights flicker like dancing thoughts Keeping them warm on a cold bed. Only the lonely know how the lonely Learn to live; small miracles do Bring smiles, small gestures Are never actually ignored.

  Once a thriving green beauty, It suddenly went yellow over time, Then grey, then brown, and finally So sterile that it couldn't even be called A plant anymore. I didn't give up. I never do. Also I'm proud of  My always promising green thumb. I have revived the long gone ones Many times before. Weeded, pruned, prodded And voila, before you know  They are back to growing and flowering. Not this one. I gave it sun, I gave it shade, Water of course, and spoke to it every day. You can do this, I believe in you. But whatever I did, it refused to respond. Months passed and the green shoots remained. But that's all. Nothing changed. I tried harder but I couldn't succeed. Now I'm left with a plant I wanted so badly, And a final acceptance that I have to let it go. But I'm still hopeful. Who knows What magic could be hidden inside the soil? Roots still alive or some other seed I am unaware flew into it at night? I'm still hopeful. Maybe We are not done after all

  Cold hearted you say? I cry when I'm alone. I rethink and over analyse everything. Should I have said what I did? Should I be more vulnerable, Should I show, not show? Should I move on, plan ahead, Look behind, not look, Jump, leap, hide, frown Or fake a smile when I'm down? I've lost so much, I've gained so much, I've gone around in circles, Always back to the same spot. Pondering, questioning, Breaking, building, breaking. I'm not scared of losing, As long as I don't lose myself. I have cowered in fear. I have swung my swords in battles Always looking silly. There was no battle, there is no battle, Only the sound of questions, Endless, repetitive, loud. I'm an onion, difficult To peel, making the air cry With my caustic juices. I'm an onion, a white heart Found in the bottom of a toiling Task, always flavour some, But difficult to start.

  When I was a child, I ran away from home, twice. Not too far of course, just close enough so at least someone would come looking for me. My first strategy to cope with any hurt, was always first to confide in someone. Then if it became too much for me to deal with, I disappeared. I was a strange child who dressed like a boy, said weird things, talked to the sky and moon and went for walks with my dog at 3 am.  I had ezcema and blotches of red, flaky skin on my arms, so no one sat next to me. Thick glasses, so I never took part in sports or dance or elocution because I was too scared to be made fun of. 'Double battery, single power', that was my name. I did not know how to protect myself. And even though I understood dogs and cats much better than humans, I never felt the need to be close to humans. They baffled me and I always misunderstood them. Cut to the present. I am still awkward and I know people make fun of me or call me weird or arrogant. But it doesn't bother me.

  You have to stop resisting, Said the medicine woman. But I'm scared of the hurt. It will only hurt when the needle Touches your skin. And that's because You expect it to hurt. Breathe, breathe And let it in. And surrender to its effect. You know you need the cure.  What saves you can not kill you. Don't flinch. Please let me in. And once the silver is in. Your fears will fade away, Your heart will feel as if it's going to explode But only for a minute. After that it will be healthier, The blood will flow where you keep Letting it clot. What if I don't want it to flow? You asked for my help, didn't you? You told me you needed me. All the words you don't say, I know. All the thoughts you don't think, I know. All the times you have called my name, I know. You promise I won't feel worse? I promise you will feel free. I promise you will feel true. I promise you I would never hurt you. Now take a deep breath and let me in. It's time to face the truth