Taking my chances

Somewhere in between sunrises and sunsets,
The skies and the seas,
I am where I should be,
walking on a wooden bridge, tied loosely to a trunk.

My thoughts forge the planks that I step on,
My tears melt into the setting sun,
Creating a blurry vision,
And a hope that there is life beyond the haze

Somewhere, in between, I stop,
And look back at what could have been.
The boatman still rests by the cliff,
and croons excuses and broken promises

I chose to walk a wobbly bridge,
Featherbeds are not for me.
The fear of heights, the sound of your heartbeat,
They are all one and the same now

Somewhere, in a faraway place,
Where the trees made music for men,
I see a tiny hut with a broken window;
It sings my name and sighs aloud.

There I shall be, if I cross the bridge.
The rusty nail just cut my skin open,
But I will take my chances in the unknown,
Till the planks fall and the rope gives way.

Thy name is Destiny

She walks up the mountains to touch the moon
And paint a constellation with the blinking stars that rest on clouds
The wind caresses her hair gently
She sings a lullaby for the puerile

She dances on the tall waves that ride the stormy seas
And makes merry with the seahorse that kisses her feet
The rickety spirit bundles up under a faraway tree
She sings a swan song to ease his pain

For the rest of the night, she weaves a dream
And colours it with hues of myriad emotions
The city that sleeps now tosses and turns
She wraps the dream around the jaded mortals

At the break of the dawn, she flies high and takes the veil off sun
Then sinks to the bottom of the sea to write a new fable
The egoist rises and so does the naive
Destiny smiles and waits for the inevitable

That day...

It was one of those moments when you have so much to say but the words jumble up in your head. You fumble, eat your words, and fail to sequence your thoughts.

Nine years. A very long time indeed. It is not that she never imagined this moment. On occasions, she even rehearsed her lines in front of the large Venetian mirror in her bedroom. And now, when he was there right in front of him, she knew not what to say. It was nothing like what she had prepared for.

Memories flooded back, one after another. She lived those five years in less than five minutes. The wound is still fresh.

It took her a minute longer to compose herself. He sat there still, perplexed.
"Shall we start?" she asked. "aah... yes, sure," he stuttered.
"So, why should we hire you?" she said, adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles on her pointed nose. A wry smile flickered across her face