Golden daffodil she is; that floats in the evening breeze;

Gets to a worthy beholder; yet sets him to freeze.

The smiles She would give; just by her timid eyes;

When the butterfly gets to her; timid and shy she flies;

Oh dear daffodil; what of the fragrance you keep;

Oh dear daffodil; what of your heart if i cant have a peep?

So many stories to make, many more hearts to adore

Just as the daffodil in the garden; you should mean to be more

The Fake Lashes

“It was a lie”, when he murmured the thought, he wasn’t sure in what many ways he had hoped to see her, but her fake eyes lashes,  were the last one .  Poor john didn’t know the heaviness of the gravity that was yet to come upon his head. There was no humanly word or sense to try portray how lovely she was looking, already stealing the moonlight, she was reflecting her own radiance when she came walking like on a red carpet, red with respect and more with love.

 “But you don’t know me” that was the dumbest question he thought she had asked him. In an eighth of a second the message circled on his mind like a tornado of new feelings he was stranger to. In the other eighths, came the vivid image of hers, he had had on the late nights, when he used to rummage around the idea of a right attitude. The most resplendent beauty, more in the selfish heart of her solo individual entity, flew across oceans over hours most specifically not to be called a liar, not because she had a fake lash.  In the other sixth of the remaining he calmed himself with all the confident he was able to hoard to welcome a girl who in a Friday night, could challenge Venus.   

 The next image of hers sitting in front of him, sharing the table, decorated with the lights of the evening shook himself from his reality and slammed his fragile heart in a cold concrete.

 “John, you look nervous, Hiii” the excitement in her eyes weren’t lying when Sharon greeted him.

“Heaven on earth!” The flowers in her hand, the redness in the color of the tender petals, so right it seemed on her. He knew he couldn’t resist her exquisiteness when he had asked her to dine with him that evening. It was 14th lunar night and the crescent moon above his head felt like a smile in mockery or out of jealousy for everything he had prayed her to be. The waitress took no time but it was a painful relief to be taken away from instances as such. When you blurt a question to yourself and then you cant even think to solve it or answer, because the moment john laid eyes on her, beyond the enticing beauty, he saw the image of person he always wanted to be. The ability of him to comprehend the reality were taken away from him the moment she took his name. She appeared a world in herself, so right to seem true, like a heaven on earth. The analogy was stupid but it sounded sweet on the person for whom all the great words on the books would fail to elucidate.

“You know I have been here before. Really a heaven on earth” Sharon spoke as her eager pretty eyes turned the crafted pages of the menu, the classy of it surely deserved someone like her he supposed.  The food she ordered were also beautiful, some French name he couldn’t repeat. “I read people” he had replied that day. “I mean if I want, not that I would”. A wild guess upon a person’s principle. That, it was crime for him; the time was when the beauty of attitude and gentleness of the souls had no place amidst the meaningless winks and kisses. 

Sharon stood 5’6 tall but surely her principles stood tallest than everyone’s around. With unquestionable morals, and unshakable belief, she was enjoying the life she deserved, not of anything but of the values she earned since she opened her life to self love. Time drifted along with the clouds now, making the envious Venus clearer. It was he, Sharon, jealous moon, and envious Venus he felt he was dining with. The rest of the world, while winces in complains, nor that he thought or that he cared.

Sharon was a fighter, he knew. He felt it wasn’t the first time he met her, she lived in him, most of the evenings, when he would look to the farthest star on the south and send love with words only she would hear.  

The dusk was approaching near and the relativity of Einstein was completely in effect, time was passing so fast amidst the happiness they shared and the depth of conversation into which he walked with her. 

He waited impatiently while she returned from the lavatory, waiting by her car, the thudder of his heart, the only sound there was. The last of the minutes with her until don’t know when, surely it was a painful farewell but it surely was worth it. 

Sharon walked towards him, just like she had when this evening. With a smile more decent and an image more theatrical to reality.  

She looked at him for the last time, her light foundation around her eyes were wiped, so were the lip gloss, her hair was unmade and dropped carefree around her slender long neck, and her lashes gone. 

It didn’t take him more than an eighth of a second to realize that he wouldn’t have been able to fathom such trueness and such superlative of all the best adjectives that she was. He wouldn’t have been able to resist such a beauty that he surely couldn’t handle. She was too beautiful to look true, a masterpiece of soul carved in a perfect sleeve of human. She was menuetto allegretto in person. And it didn’t take him any more time to know that she knew. John froze in time, looked at her, and let eyes do all the talking of the hearts.  

“so john, next time no lashes, I promise” with a wink, Sharon rode through the night disappearing into the distance like an anticipated comet you wait and wish to stay, only left to wonder hours after it has turned into a distant oblivion.

the face in the wall

The moments remained in her heart and in her memories in such a way that it was like a daily norm or exercise, workout more of her inner self, because the image always gave her the energy after the same tiring day she had. Athena pulled her golden blanket, the cold wind were always hospitable, with the only image in front of hers, the same source of her admiration, her morals and the sole principle of her life. With a confident breath she whispered, “Yes, it was the right thing to do”

But she knew she couldn’t run from the question he had asked her, and that she had to bring it on, at least to the image in front of her. As it was getting astounding, she drowned into herself, not sure if she wants to play each of those moments again and again.

First they seemed like small flecks of snow, touching her skin and disappearing, leaving only a minute of frostiness. The memories came in like breezes at times, when she would wait till late evening, only to witness the red sun on its way down the horizon, leaving her the hope of another warm morning. It would touch her and take her back to that time. She would stand motionless until the sun passed the horizon and the coffee in her hand would be cold, yet there was the tiniest of the warmth, she was pursuing amidst the melancholies.

The image got more lucid and vivid, like a daunting dance in the middle of the wall. “Not always sunset and cold breezes”, the words well shaped by her limber lips echoed really deep in her heart. It was always in vain when she tried preventing asking questions that would bring him back to her thoughts. The delightful eyes behind the clear glass when he used to repeat more than a hundred times how much he loved her, how much he didn’t care about himself or anything else except her.

The memories then came like a downpour. The cold wind hit her chest dry but the chilliness of the thoughts when she searched for the remains of his scent on her soft blanket was more tortuous.

“if it’s a joke, then it’s a terrible one” the first thing he had said.

“it is working real nicely athena, I know how much you love me, I know how much you care about me. Who would make you early morning coffee?? And who would remind you 5 days before your tummy would ache??” he always had his way of sweetness. Athena hadn’t blinked her eyes when she said that was the last time they would see.

The memories hit her like hails in the creepy downpour; she was wet, with her heart burning to remember the pain she made him feel. She would never love any other soul the way she loved him. He knew she did.

Athena was searching for the moon through her windows. It was like a near to schizophrenic episode for her, she could hear him loud and clear, the tears that she witnessed, bravely without a frown in her face now made her question one thing she never wanted to. Only when she turned to the image in front of her, it calmed her soothingly; she felt her heart slowing down, like after a never ending uphill climb.

Athena was trying to smile again.

The last words from the man whom she loved, now seemed like a distant echo,

“I know you love me, I have forgotten what happiness means to me anymore, I have sacrificed everything that was dear to me. Athena, I lied for you, to myself and to her too. My world revolves around you now Athena. Don’t you know I live for you? Like I breath to survive, you are the reason that I feel happy again”

“I know, my dear, I know you do.” Athena had said, but only to herself, as she knew it would only hurt him more trying to explain that she is leaving him because he ‘lives and breathes for her. The reasons he was shouting were the reasons she was leaving. Athena had left him, with no further hi’s or hello’s.   

Athena knew the face in front of her wouldn’t let her be sad, no matter what forms the memories would take. She knew she wouldn’t ever be wrong when it would be the guide to her life.

The night finally was silent for her and she almost feel sleepy, she always wanted to. She moved her eyes above the face in front of her. The orange wallpaper scattered with quotations and excerpts, now reflecting with the moonlight she was looking for.

The image now suddenly gets blurry. Even for few seconds, she felt she missed it, her only friend, and her mentor through years of reading dusty heavy books.

Athena came out of her bed, with a healthier soul, walked up to the wall, read the quote that wrote

“I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine”

, closed the curtains and got back to her bed. Just like last 5 years, Athena looked at her face in the mirror in front, smiled at herself before sleeping, with a hope of waking up in front of it,

 The only one whom she ever could love rightly.

The objectivist (4-4-2020, 2332)