Volume I: The Lonely Wanderer
Once there lived a girl, they say,
Halcyon beauty she beheld,
Like a lonely grosbeak, she sang and wandered.
Oh! The energy she divaricated, virtuous, and unparalleled.
Everywhere she went jubilated,
Everything she touched rejoiced,
Never did she understand the laws which governed this world.
The world is yet in the pursuit to solve her questions,
Who did they worship? The one who divided or the one who united?
Did yang and yin ever contradict?
Looking in different directions?
The one who shed his blood on the border, brave and praised?
The one who shed her blood every full moon,
For the generation yet to come, disgusted and cursed?
Dowry and violence, norms of the society?
Falling for someone with the same hormones as you,
Disorder and could be cured?
Outcast, to the world she was,
Imbecile, fallacious, spurious and what not called.
None of it could ever kill the child inside of her,
For she took her flight to heights unequaled.
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold,
Here she is and here she stands, fearless.
Then the day came, when her world changed.
She followed a butterfly and kept running unturned,
Only to realise that she entered the bushes no one was supposed to.
It was said “who so ever went there, never returned.”
The bushes were cursed beauty, a vexatious song.
Once said the leprechaun,
The woods were hauntingly beautiful, ones like no one have ever seen,
It was like an angelic world, where the trees sang and the land floated.
As she explored it was like a living little piece of heaven,
“Butterflies come to pretty flowers” she quoted.
She never felt happier, believed that’s where she belonged,
Knowing she shouldn’t be there she thought, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Her happiness was short-lived as the bushes changed colours,
A blanket of darkness covered the woods, the once singing bushes now chanted fear.
The trees who sang together, turned into demons themselves,
The land beneath her turned into a graveyard, ominous and austere.
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold,
Here she is and here she stands, fearless.
Volume II: The Rise Of The Phoenix
Frightened like a little lamb, she panicked,
She almost felt her heart implode.
All she knew was she was in a quagmire, she couldn’t escape,
The once soft grass turned to enchanted thorns,
Suddenly wrapped around her ankle while she towed.
As fog blinded her,
She heard the laughs which once couldn’t affect her,
Started to take away the only child inside of her.
Her glow vanished while she wished things could again be the way they were.
Scared, she wanted to run, but the land itself didn’t let her move,
Frustrated, she wanted to scream, but couldn’t utter a single noise out of her chirpy beak.
Tired, she wanted to breathe but felt the air turn to water as she drowned,
Full of guilt, she wanted to cry,
But her eyes dried up like an ugly bleak.
Just then she saw death approaching her, like an angel, tearing the fog,
How desperately she wanted to hug her, yet she made a choice in being herself than a hog.
Little did she know, it was the land of the devil himself,
Who fed on innocent creatures like her, for her every fear stood straight and tall.
He now controlled her like a filthy puppet,
Flipped her, dragged her, like his rag doll.
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold,
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled.
She forgot what life was before as now her world was different, worse and merciless,
Everything she touched turned to stone, her scars, bruises, shame were her hall of fame.
That night, in the moonlight, she danced with the demons themselves, as she swayed she built her walls of guilt and anguish and resided there for infinities.
Her crimson tears uricated the burns and scars around her eyes,
For now, she was nothing but a lugubrious frame,
As she glorified her cicatrices as badges,
Fumes emerged from her emaciated hands and she turned to ashes.
That day the sun rose, gave light to those who chose,
Out of those ashes, a phoenix was born,
Fierce as a sin she roared which took her walls down,
She fanned out her wings like a red sun in the storm,
She took her first flight to heights above the casket clouds, she inhaled the pristine air.
She came back like a falling star,
With her breath like that of a dragon’s wrath,
Destroyed the woods, brave and bare,
Her scars turned to feathers who took her to the sun,
For now, her throne was the sun and she was the uncrowned queen.
Wherever she flapped her wings, life itself was created,
She rode the sun forever old and unseen.
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold,
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled.